James headed back to the library for the last part of his project, dressed smartly in a suit and croc-skin leather shoes. No one else had anything as formal as him, but it was his daily outfit, especially going anywhere further than two blocks from his house.
Girl (whispering): ‘Hey!’
The school uniform clad girl waved at him with such delight he could not feign coolness and ignore her. He had sat at the same spot for the four days of research and she was always there, alone working on her textbooks.
Girl (whispering): ‘What do you work as?’
James signalled for her to stop talking and scribbled the answer on a piece of blank paper, sliding it to her.
She turned the words around towards him and drew a :) smiley next to it, causing him to lose his focus and returned a smile at her. He was there to finalise his report and it took no longer than thirty minutes, where he then packed and got ready to leave.
The student suddenly started packing her books as well and a midair ‘stop’ sign made him hold back from standing up, and she quickly threw her bag over her shoulders.
Girl (whispering): ‘Where are you going?’
His lips read ‘office’ and she pulled the straps tighter on her bag. They walked out of the library and went into his car, where she sat casually as though he had agreed to let her follow him.
They drove to a dull looking building about ten minutes away and a quick flash of his access card slide the glass door open. They went past a few more doors within and stopped at his office, where a fold out bed among a bookshelf got her attention.
James went to work on his laptop for a while more, sending the documents into the intranet network before taking his coat off, leaning back on his lavish leather-lined office chair relaxed.
Girl: ‘Your office is so cool! What kind of scientist are you?’
His fingers pointed to a rectangular glass box as he walked to it, retrieving a metallic flask that showed a blue liquid through a narrow window. He then went over to the sweet little girl and unscrewed the lid, holding it near her nose for her to take a deep breath in.
An icy chill ran through her spin to immobilise her limbs but it felt more like a relaxation med than an evil one. He hooked a earpiece-like device to her left ear and then placed an identical one on his. Her eyes were fixated on the earpiece he had that blinked a few times before the green light stay lit.
Mysteriously, her hands started to move towards her top and began unbuttoning it, stripping herself naked almost naturally. She knew he was doing something to her but did not know what it was. It didn’t matter if he saw her naked cause he did nothing to scare her.
Squinting her eyelids a little, she imagined him loosening his tie and he did, with a few seconds delay. Before she got him naked, he had her fingers on her pussy, rubbing pleasure into her mind. As hard as she tried, she got his hand on his dick as well, jerking his erection in her direction.
The whole awkward scene continued for about three minutes, to each of them trying to stay focused. James who was nude, had defined abs to make her view more pleasant. He knew how to override the control and she quickly learnt that as well. With sheer force, they could stop doing what their partners wanted but it would meant losing control too.
James then made a short whistle to get her attention, and bite his teeth twice to make two click sounds. The curious lady did the same and a little ache was felt on the temple on the side where she wore the controller. The eye nearest to that ache flashed a few times and they had exchanged the view of one eye with each other.
A new sensation of pleasure filled one side of her body, feeling exactly what he felt when she made him masturbate for him. He too, had felt the same soothing, calm waves through his privates as she fingered herself, bringing their mutual mind-control to the next level.
Once they were accustomed to the foreign nature of the pleasure, he made her hold his dick and leaned her head closer to it, opening her mouth wide with sheer imagination. With single vision, he moved her head back and forth over his dick, sucking and licking his dick that was twitching in her mouth.
She did not just let him get his way too, making him reach forward with his hands on her nipples and toying with them, causing moans to happen. After a few minutes, she got him to pull away and he turned her over on her own, raising her ass into doggie.
Now, she is fully aware that her virginity was about to be taken. And she could easily end all this by taking the earpiece on. Instead, her mind was picturing a scene, one she felt at a hundred percent real-time. His hands went on her waist and his hips moving forward at her pussy, where she could see through the ‘eye-sharing’.
She was in fact, taking her own virginity with another body. No matter how she imagined him to stop right there, the movements of her pussy got her moving in another direction.
Within a minute, he was grunting like a bear, having his dick sinking into a pussy way younger than girls his age. It was small, warm and overwhelmingly wet. He could feel his anus clenching at the same time she tightened. The poor but horny girl on the other hand, was feeling the rhythmic throbs of his manhood, with an urge to thrust.
During the struggle to push James out, he was certain there was no way to overpower an unwilling girl and wanted to give up on his experiment. Somehow, an invisible force shoved him right back in and all resistance was broken.
‘Take it deep Clara!‘, she screamed loudly as his body lost all control, ramming his groin on her thighs. In response to her submission, he gave his anus a little push and felt her squeeze down on him, so ever breath-taking that cause Clara to moan out loud.
James placed her hands on the wall and pushed herself backwards while she forced him to pound her harder, totally blowing her own mind with her umm.. own mind.
The compounded effect of pleasure drove their bodies to release a lethal dose of adrenaline, fucking each other at speeds never designed for her small frame to handle. Orgasms were felt throughout his body and the urge to cum simply hovered around his balls without any chance to ejaculate.
It could be that he wasn’t present in his own mind, or that she had no idea how to ‘shoot’.
Immediately, he slowed his thoughts down and Clara regained her sanity, ending his merciless rampage through her own pussy.
Clara: ‘You need to cum.’
James sighed when he heard that and stumbled on the bed enlightened. All of a sudden, he felt her control over him weaken and she was kneeling between his legs, head closing in on his dick. He closed his eyes and pictured the most perfect blowjob, executed by a defenceless sweetheart that let him did what he wished for.
Those luscious pink lips stroked his shaft continuously, and he could feel how his throat was tickled by the deep throat. Things never felt so peaceful for him before and he just kept her going. He did not forget her needs and placed her hand on her pussy, touching that tiny clit while she sucked him off.
Gradually, his biological response returned and his body loaded his load seamlessly, pulling the trigger to empty his rounds into her mouth. Not wanting her to take it unwillingly, he let her mouth opened in front of his dick when he sprayed and all of it was caught perfectly.
He had her reach for a box of tissue nearby and spat it out, all and every drop of the thick, white fluid he gave her.
Both of them panting, he clicked his teeth before her and guided her to remove the earpiece. When she took it off, her body collapsed to the side and she was barely awake.
He went over to her side and planted a kiss on her forehead, before tucking her under the sheets.
When Clara woke up, he was in his chair, and a gorgeous two-piece outfit was on her. A spaghetti top with an overlay of straps hanging freely on her back, black and thin enough for the all-year summer weather. For her bottoms, it was a thigh-length skirt with beautiful, intricate, curly lines sewn into it, made of materials thick enough to eliminate her worries of it being too sheer.
Clara: ‘My uniform?’
He pointed the end of his pen to the bag at the edge of the bed and she hugged the most memorable school experience in her arms. James took his bag and then hers, walking out to the secretive rows of doors and into the carpark.
A quick input of her six digit postal code later, they were on their way home. Right before she undid her seatbelt, he held her head in his hands and gave her another peck.
Clara: ‘Will you call me or something?’
He took his phone from the dashboard and scrolled a few pages, to her name and phone number. With another delighted cute smile from the innocent school girl, she left his car and went straight to the lift landing.
James (whispering): ‘Scientist’
And that’s how she would remember him by for the rest of their days of experiments to come.