"The panties, Marybelle."
"The panties," she gasped. She wanted to scream "NO!". She wanted to turn and run from the lab and the staring man. But the sweet honey excitement inside of her was too powerful. She slipped off her panties, revealing her pink, wet cunt under a thatch of blonde pubic hairs.
"Put your hand down below and make yourself feel good, Marybelle," said Cord.
She had to do it. Her hand slid over the glossy, transparent suit and fondled inside of her cunt. At once she locked her legs on her finger and thrilled as she rubbed her clitoris through the suit material.
"Do you ever masturbate, Marybelle?"
"NO, NEVER," she cried.
"Well, maybe now's a good time to learn," he said. He gave the direct order. "I want you to excite yourself as far as you can."
It was fantastic. She'd never felt so sexed up in her life. She used one and then two fingers inside of her cunt, her heart pumping in excitement, reveling in displaying her sexuality to this forbidden man and yet shamed that she wanted to do it.
She arched up her loins and moaned in deep pleasure as her belly caught fire. She knew the suit did something to her sex parts. The sleeve that had wormed up into her cunt provided a hardness and a slight motion just like – just like – well, a cock! Her fingers added pleasure.
"Ah," she went. "Oh, hah!"
Cord thought she was the sexiest sight he'd ever seen. Her rounded, blonde body was a fabulous thing to behold. Her high, perfect tits were bold in exposure and red with excitement, nipples flexed hard. Her soft, graceful torso showed a fast beating heart above her belly. Her abdomen was ever so slightly swelled, suggesting loin richness of a nubile female. Her V was exquisite, as were her tapered thighs and legs. Add a pretty, if not intelligent, face up above with an incredibly shapely little ass down below and she was a rich little fuck animal – there was no other way to say it.
He got up from his chair to take off his pants and relieve his aching hard-on. He slid out of his shorts so that he wore only his socks and short white lab coat. He was a little dizzy now with desire to plunge into that rich body and pillage her charms.
He sat back down in the chair which did not have arms.
"Come here, Marybelle." He touched a control.
Her legs did not move. The suit moved her legs as she came to stand before him, red-faced in excitement and embarrassment, her fingers still hooked under her pelvic ridge as commanded.
He pulled her fingers away. "We'll try something else," he said. He could not help teasing her a little. Marybelle belonged to that group of rich-bodied, sex capable young women who constantly denied their sexuality and insisted they were nice girls with never a carnal thought in their heads while all the time they screwed their brains out with some guy. If they were honest and admitted that they turned guys on and turned themselves on, he wouldn't have minded. He hated hypocrisy.
"I think you want me to fuck you, Marybelle," he told her. He pulled her to his lap where his big cock jutted up, hard and hungry.
"Oh, no, I… I want to fuck," she wailed.
"At last, reality," he smiled.
He pulled her unresisting body onto his lap, relishing the body heat of the sexed-up girl. He fitted his prick to her cunt, protected by the sleeve of the suit, and fucked up into her body. She oozed down on his cock gasping as he penetrated deep into her vagina.
"Oh, I… Ohhhhh," she gasped.
He dug hands into her soft nude flesh, enjoying the feel of total girl. How many times had he fantasized this moment? She was just too luscious for men to resist such thoughts. Her hot cunt felt fabulous along his prick. Her wetness seeped through the porous sleeve as it was supposed to, and it lubricated his member with sweet girl juices. He held her buttocks, slick and contained in the plastic, and gave himself over to the divine pleasure of driving his tight-held rod in and out of her belly.
The sleeve did its part. It flashed hot signals to all her interior pleasure nerves, making her quiver with desire and joy. She could not help rocking up and down on this alien and forbidden prick.
"Uuuuu… so deeeep in meeeee," she gasped.
The sleeve had something for the male too. Cocks reacted well to varying pressures. There were subtle, sexy changes by the sensors to thrill his penis with different friction tensions. It would tighten to slow him up and half craze him with cunt resistance. It would losen to make him fuck faster to keep the high fire raging. It also monitored her clitoris to make sure the pressure was steady and demanding.
Cord ran his hands up Marybelle's smooth naked back and brought her torso forward as he began to ravage her glorious tits. As he bit and sucked her hard nipples she squirmed and cried, "Can't staaaaand…"
She broke. In her confused, creamy condition, with all inhibitions removed by the suit, she had already thrilled to her ultimate erotic limit. The shock, pleasure and wildness of sitting in her boss' lap and being thoroughly fucked by him sent her into a pleasure overload. The suction on her tits was the last straw.
"Hoooooooooo!" she cried in ecstasy and gave up her womanhood.
Cord felt her come with powerful girl thuds along her vagina. She clutched him for dear life, that hot, supple body grinding to his and gave up her womanhood with luscious throbs of submission. He felt it clear up in his belly. He kept up the stabbing, rocking fuck to stimulate her through her joyous run, hugging her tight and eating one tit.
"Uuuuuuuu," she mumbled, jerking and throbbing in delicious joy until her nerves could flash no more messages of good feeling.
She went limp for a few moments. She existed in a purple world of total physical joy that was so different from her prior sex experience that it was like being a different person. All her life Marybelle had had a strong sex drive. Her parents, seeing her beauty and her growing sexuality, had lectured her long and earnestly on morals and the need to restrict her love.
In her encounters with men she always had to feel that love sensation that was sometimes hard to maintain when there was a hungry bitch animal to be satisfied, under the niceties. Only when she was drenched with love phrases was she able to let go.
This time the decision was not hers. The suit decided all. Therefore she had no obligation to search for love or other excuses. Her animal body seized the luscious sex sensations and went to town. She almost fainted from the power of her first orgasm.
"That's one, baby," he said softly. "Shall we try for two?"
He reached under to touch the control that retracted the suit sleeve from out of her cunt. Another control opened it so he could expose her naked flesh while he pressed the sleeve back out of the way in her crack.
He fucked up into her natural cunt with a grunt of pleasure. Now it was bare cock and bare cunt, fucking. Even in his cleverest design moments Cord realized that the sleeve could only be a stimulant but that for finishers people wanted naked cock against naked cunt.
Surprisingly, it didn't feel quite as good as with the sleeve, proving he'd done a fantastic job. But it was more satisfying to drill the girl this way. She was plenty hot, tight and wet.
"Oh, oh, baby, you are one luscious fuck."
"I… I…"
She was what a man always wanted in the final joyous throes of sex, a hot witch belly thrusting and pulling on his cock without a messy ego to babble, scold, lie or distract from the hot animal contact.
He pulled her body back against his only this time he let those full breasts ride on his chest while he sought her mouth. Wet, rich lips parted like ripe petals to admit his male, questing tongue. His tongue explored her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, the roof of her mough. He kissed and sucked on that wet orifice, thrilling her and himself with the wild kisses, sucking her saliva, grabbing her tongue to chew on it and make her whine.