Scott

Madhuri Singh knelt naked on the living room floor, her dark eyes empty, tongue still lazily working the length of my cock as she sucked. After I came in her mouth, she’d fallen into the same sort of thoughtless trance I’d seen with Erin the night before. Slowly, carefully, I took my cock from between her lips. She gave a sad, involuntary whimper, but otherwise didn't react. I sat down on the long couch in front of her.

I regarded the girl in front of me, her beautiful body motionless now, waiting for me to tell her what to do. I thought guiltily of how similar her expression, her posture were to Erin's from last night. I took a long breath in, counted to five, then exhaled. This had been, as my dad used to say, a day.

"Madi," I said, my voice low and thrumming in my chest, "I want you to listen to me."

"Listen to you," she echoed.

"You won’t tell anyone outside of this room what we’ve been doing."

"Won’t tell anyone," Madi said. "Outside this room. Yes. What we’ve been doing."

"You want to keep your research a secret."

"My research… secret."

"You want to keep helping me. You want to keep it between us."

"Help… you. Between us."

"Repeat that. Play with yourself."

"I want to keep helping you," she said. She sounded eager, obedient. Relieved, even. She began lightly massaging one of her breasts, fingering her pussy. "Play with myself. Yes. I want to… uhh… keep it between us."

"You want to keep experimenting with me."

"Keep," she said, tweaking her nipple. "Keep experimenting on you. Play with myself. Play with you. For… for sci–"

"You want to use your tits on me," I said. She writhed on the carpet, rolling her hips like she was on top of someone, riding their cock. I couldn’t look away.

"Use… my tits. I want to use my tits on you again. Keep experimenting. Use your voice on me."

"But you’ve never…" I faltered, grabbing my cock. I started stroking, remembering my earlier fantasy of her on my lap, hypnotizing me with her big, swaying… "You’ve never used your tits on me."

"N-never used my tits on you." Her nose twitched. "I have never used my tits on you."

"You want to. You want to experiment with me. You want me to look at your tits."

"Yesss…" she breathed. "Experiment. Look at my tits. I want you to look at my tits."

"You want…" I said, my mind slipping. My voice dropped. "You want me to look at your tits. Watch your tits."

"Want you… look at my tits." She took a hardened nipple between two fingers. "Watch my tits. My big… soft… heavy tits… use your voice on me…"

"Look at your tits," I murmured. "Heavy… soft… use my voice… you want to keep playing with me."

"Play with you." She rolled a large breast under her palm, her other hand moving inside her. "Watch my tits… use your voice… want you…"

"Your tits… want you…" I stroked myself. "Play with me…"

"Play with me… yess…" Madi said. "Play with my tits… fuck them…"

"Fuck your tits," I repeated. "You’re attracted to me."

"Attracted," she moaned. Her eyes focused on my hardening cock. "So attracted to you."

"You want to fuck me."

"Fuck me… want to fuck you."

"Want to fuck you," I said. My mind was hazy. Was she… doing something to me? I tried to clear my head. "Again."

"I want to fuck you," she repeated. "I want to fuck you."

"You want to feel my cock in you."

"I want to feel your cock in me."

"Feel it now. Imagine it. You feel my cock in you."

"Yesss! I feel it! Uhnn! I feel it in my cunt!"

"You want me. Say it."

"I want you. I want you." She shuddered. "I want to feel your cock. I want you. I want your big cock in me. Inside me. Inside my cunt. I want you to fuck me."

"You want my cum. You’re addicted to my cum."

"Want your cum. I’m addicted to it."

"You want to feel it. You want to taste it. You love it."

"Feel it," she moaned, licking her lips. She shivered with a small orgasm. "Taste it. Love to taste it. Tastes so good. Feels so good. Want to feel you… taste you. Love… it."

"You want to do whatever I say."

"I want…" she said, giving her head a small shake, "want to… to do… unhh!"

"Madi," I said. "You want to do whatever I say. It turns you on.."

"Do… what you… ungh!" She came again, arching her back and running a hand through her wild hair. "Turns me on," she gasped. "I want to do what you say."

"Again, Madi. Do what I say. You want to obey. Repeat that."

Madi calmed, catching her breath, still caressing her body. "I do what you say. I want to obey. I do what you say. I want to obey…"

*             *             *

I came back from the kitchen with two glasses of water and checked my phone. Seventeen and a half minutes. Madi was still kneeling on the living room carpet, chanting.

"Want to… I do… do what you say. Obey you…"

Her hands hovered over her breasts and pussy, but they had gone still, forgotten. I put the waters down on the coffee table and knelt beside her, caressing the flawless cinnamon skin of her back. I kissed the side of her neck and held her close, running my fingers through her tangled hair.

"I want to obey you… what you say…" she said into my shoulder, almost a whisper now. "I obey.. I want to… to… I want…"

Madi blinked, coming out of her trance. She broke our embrace.

"That was..." She said. "Amazing. You came in my mouth."

"I did."

"You taste so good. You made me… I want…"

"Madi?"

"It’s fine." she said. "I’m fine. Shit. I got too wrapped up in in it. Should have set up some kind of recording, a timer at least…"

"I had the same thought," I said. I held up my phone, showing her the stopwatch. Eighteen minutes and two seconds. She shrieked with joy, then pecked my cheek.

"Such a good boy," Madi said. "We’ll make a scientist out of you yet. Need to get it on video next time. Okay. So. Oral contact, eighteen and change..."

"Wait, next time?"

She brought me in for a long, deep kiss. When we broke off, she held my face in her hands.

"Next time. You want to keep doing this," she said. It wasn’t a question.

I nodded.

"We’re going to keep doing this. I want…" Madi trailed off, her eyes going glassy. "I want to keep experimenting with you." She dropped her hands. Her voice was monotone as she repeated my earlier commands. "Want to keep helping you. I’ll… I’ll keep it between us… Nadja, she can’t… I can’t… I won’t tell anyone outside of this room."

"I know," I said. I picked her glasses up off the end table and settled them on her nose. "Thanks, scientist."

"I… feel like you’re controlling me. Feels so good. I want to do what you say," Madi said, smiling shyly, life returning to her voice. "Nadja, she, I… I want to submit to you. I want to obey you. I so want to fuck you. C’mere."

Madi stood. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She pushed me back onto the unmade bed, then crawled on top of me.

"Our clothes…" I started. "We should get dressed, in case–"

Madi shook her head. "She’s out for awhile, and we’re not there just yet. Scott. Mate. I wanted this. I wanted you to do this. Needed it. To see what you could do to me. What your cum would… would do… do to… to me… your cum…"

"Madi?"

She touched my bare chest, moved her hand down to my cock. "Your cum… I love your cum…" Madi cupped my balls. "Want to taste it again. Feel it."

"Madi," I said firmly. "We’re not done talking, remember? Whatever that text you sent was about, first off. And we need to figure things out, about… with with Erin, and Nadja."

At the mention of Nadja’s name, Madi straightened. "Sorry. Right. You’re right. We’re almost done. Gotta get the exposition out of the way before the fun stuff. Let me go grab my tablet."

She stood, and my eyes followed her taut, round ass as she headed back to the living room. She looked like a goddess, hair tousled, putting an extra ba-bump in her hips as she walked. I wanted –

Madi turned back and smirked. "I know," she said, examining my still-hard cock. "I want to, too. And we’re going to. In a bit. Just… hold that thought."

*             *             *

"Alright," Madi said. She put her tablet down on the nightstand, along with her glasses and two empty specimen cups. She picked up her water glass and upended it, draining it in one go. I watched a stray droplet trickle down her neck, tracing a path between her perfect breasts, past her navel…

Madi rejoined me on the unkempt sheets, petting my thigh lazily, both of us still naked. It was hot out, so we didn’t bother with the covers.

"So. Whatever just happened with us. That’s how it was with Erin, too?" Madi kissed the tip of my cock. "When you came in her mouth? Her pussy?"

"Pretty much."

"So how did it happen?" Madi brought her mouth over my cock, caressing it with her tongue. "You’ll tell me, right?"

I groaned, not finding the words.

"Hmmmh?" Madi made a questioning, prompting noise, sucking me harder.

I groaned again. "Mhm," I managed.

"Good enough." She licked my cock. "As long as I can keep doing this."

*             *             *

"Erin went down on me," I said. "I’d just told her about our day together in your apartment, a few weeks ago, so she was starting to put some pieces together. About everything that’s been going on with me, and, and me and her, and with… oh fuck… this whole…"

Madi popped off my cock. "Life, the universe, and everything, yep, got it," she said. She nuzzled my shaft. "So she wasn’t jealous about me?"

"I mean, weirdly, no. Maybe a little? She said it was okay, if I wanted to do more with you. We’re still early days, so maybe she doesn’t want to seem to attached already? And technically this thing, this us, you and me fooling around, predates her, so…"

"Yeah, but still though," Madi said. "Not so sure she meant it, even if it’s only been one night with you guys. I mean, I get the whole jealousy mindset. Plus, y’know, I am sucking your cock right now. Like, right now right now."

"Yeah," I said, letting out a long breath. "Can’t argue there."

"And you taste really good. I kinda wish you hadn’t taken a shower this morning, though. You smell sooo good when you’re all sweaty." She took me deep in her throat, almost gagging, then withdrew. "And I think I’d’ve liked to taste Erin, too."

"So I came in her mouth," I continued as Madi went back to it. "And she went into this… trance? She was out of it, not like she was drunk or high… it sounds like what happened with you and Nadja, when you had her look at your…"

Madi cupped her tits and bounced them as she sucked, never breaking her rhythm.

"Exactly. And whatever I said, she’d repeat it back to me. Like you did, after you sucked me."

Madi made a questioning noise, still bobbing her head, then twirled her fingers in the air. Keep going.

"Right," I said. "Okay. We’ll come back to that."

Madi hummed on my cock and gave a thumbs up.

"So I told her these things, like how she loved sucking me, how much she loved her body. I didn’t mean them like commands, but she took them that way. I was trying to, to tell her how I felt, you know? She started to come out of it after, I don’t know, maybe ten, fifteen minutes? It was almost daylight, so we went to bed."

Madi let go of my cock and came up next to me. "I thought said you’d fucked her."

"I did," I said. "But not then. She promised we’d do it in the morning, this morning. We were both tired, half-drunk. We just stripped down and got into bed. Erin was asleep pretty much right away. I just… laid there. Or is it lay? Lied?"

"Lay," Madi said.

"Lay there. In bed. Staring up into the dark as the sun came up. It had been maybe three, four hours all told? And now this amazing girl I’d been crushing on for months, I have all these feelings and I say a few words to her at the bar as like a joke and now she’s sleeping next to me, naked, like…" I gestured down to our own bodies, sweating in the late August heat. Her ceiling fan spun slowly, ineffectually above us.

"Like this," Madi said, holding me tighter. In the last light through the curtains, my skin looked unreasonably pale next to hers. "Like us."

"It’s a lot," I said. "I’m a mess."

"It is," she said softly. "And we all are. You’re real lost over this girl Erin, yeah?"

I nodded, thinking of Erin in the candlelight. Something swelled in my chest. "I have been for awhile. Pining after her. Last night just… happened. I honestly wasn’t expecting it to, ever."

"And you have feelings for me, too? Some kind?"

"Working on that, too. But yes. I’ve been thinking about you ever since the day in the elevator."

"Alright," she said, with something like relief. "It’s not just me. My turn now. This is the boring bit, so I’ll try to keep you up." Her fingers wrapped around my cock. "Keep it interesting. You ready?"

*             *             *

"I did the tests, and you… you were right," Madi said. I looked down at her, clinging to my side. She ran a hand over my stomach, then moved to my bicep, squeezing, testing the new, hard muscle. "There’s something different about you."

I scoffed. "That’s your conclusion?"

She pinched my arm, hard. "No flair for the dramatic," she said. "It’s called building suspense. Something’s… something’s changed. Not just with you, with me, with us. It’s other people, too. It’s everything. The world."

"Really narrowing it down there, Madhuri."

"Jerk." Madi pinched my arm again, a bit softer now, then kissed the spot. "I can’t say too much. But fine. Fine. That’s fair. We’ll start with you, Scott. It’s all about you." She picked up her tablet, tapped the screen a few times, then held it up.

I squinted at the screen, cocked my head like a curious dog. I had no idea what I was looking at.

"I have no idea what I’m looking at," I said.

Madi rolled her eyes. "The physical changes, your bloodwork, the samples, your recovery time, the… the volume. I’ve never seen anything like it. Heightened testosterone levels, new chemical compounds in your blood, your saliva, your sweat, your…" She gulped, licked her lips. "Your. Um. Your semen."

"That explains… some things. Maybe. Compounds like what?"

"We… I don’t know. They’re pheromone-adjacent, but my lab assistant and I, we’ve… I’ve never seen anything like them before. Your… chemicals? They’re way more complex, but also… simpler? In a weird way? Like… they made sense to us in a way that natural ones don’t."

"Who’s this we? This us?" I said.

"Hush," Madi said, patting my arm. She put the tablet behind her. "Not important right now. And but so, okay, in the wild, if your goal is to attract a mate, pheromones are a good bet. And we’ve tried, humans in general have, to replicate that, for centuries. Colognes, perfumes, even… ugh," she said, giving a shiver of revulsion at the thought, "body wash."

"There, there," I said, patting her head. "You’ll survive."

"But you, whatever this is you’re giving off," Madi continued, taking a deep breath and exhaling a happy sigh. "Whatever you’ve got going through you? It’s perfect. Chemically, biologically. Most women wouldn’t stand a chance with you, especially if you’re also attracted to them. I mean look at me."

"Done," I said, leering at her body.

Madi laughed. "Seriously, though. When I first met you in the lift – elevator, sorry – looking like you did then, again, sorry, but I’d never have given you a second glance. No offense."

"I mean, some taken," I said. "You apologize too much."

"Touché. But you get what I’m saying. I’m with Nadja, happily, never been a big fan of cock – again, no offense," she said, her fingers encircling my hardness. "I haven’t so much as glanced at a man in ages. And then after a few hours trapped in a box with you, I’m ready to jump your bones. Ever since, it’s like I can’t stop…" She stroked me absently.

"Madi?"

"I couldn’t… can’t stop thinking about you," she finished in a small voice. She took another deep breath. "When I’m alone, even when I’m with Nadja, I think about… what we could have done. What I wanted to do with you. To you. What you could have made me do." Her voice got even quieter and she looked down at her breasts against my side. "What I could have made you do," she finished.

"You wouldn’t do that," I said. "I wouldn’t. You didn’t."

"No," she said. "No, I know. I fought it. You. It was…" She sighed, still fondling my cock. "Not easy, believe me. Especially when you… tell me to do things. But yeah. That’s all I’ve got for now. You’ve got the gist," Madi said. "You’re magic, just like I am, none of it makes any kind of rational sense. Still working to figure out your whole voice thing, sometime, get some more samples, make some recordings… sorry, rambling again. I would like to keep going, though, doing more tests if… if you’re okay with…"

She looked over at the sample cups, then turned her eyes up to mine. She stopped stroking my cock and took her hand away.

"Erin," she said. "You’re still not sure."

I nodded.

"Fuck," Madi said. "Okay. Okayokayokay. So… no, we can work this out… this Erin, she knows what you can do?"

"More or less. Some of it. Not the cum thing. I made her… asked her not to remember, when she was in a trance."

"Alright, so now she just thinks you’re this really sexy, inexplicably attractive guy –"

"Hey. Easy."

"And you can maybe do some kind of thing with your voice," she continued on. "And just being around you makes her horny, makes her..."

"Want to cum," I finished for her. "Makes her want to cum."

"Want to cum," Madi repeated dreamily. "Yeah. Especially when you do that. I know the feeling. I want to cum. I want to make you cum."

"And she’s… I told her about all of this. What you and I did. Have been doing. Well, most of it. Apart from…"

Madi squeezed my still-hard cock. "Apart from today’s developments," she finished. "With me."

I sighed and nodded.

"Whatever you said or did with with your girl Erin, even if she’s not really jealous…"

"She’s not my girl," I protested.

"Yet. Early days. Whatever. She’s lucky, ‘s all I’m saying. Speaking of," Madi reached over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. "Aren’t you supposed to pick her up? Escort her home?" She turned up her accent. "Shag her fuckin' brains out?"

"I mean, it’s what, eight, nine o'clock? They close at four," I said, "and it’s literally right downstairs."

Madi climbed on top of me, giving her breasts a playful shake. She smiled down at me. "So you’re saying we’ve got time."

*             *             *

I woke slowly, still exhausted from the last twenty-four hours. I was spooned behind Madi, my hands on her breasts, inhaling the faux-honeysuckle-lilac scent of her hair. Over her shoulder, I noticed the two specimen cups were more than half-full.

"Finally he wakes up," Madi said. "You basically passed out after the second round. I thought I’d let you sleep." She put her hands over mine, keeping them in place, encouraging me to play with her tits. "I was dreaming of you. Keep doing that."

"Feels good?" I said.

"So good. You’ve no idea, I’m so sensitive right now. I want your cock in me so badly."

I brushed her pussy with my cockhead, feeling her wetness.

"Oh!" she said, and ground her hips into me. "Don’t stop."

"Stop what?" I rolled her nipple, strummed her clit.

"Any of it," Madi moaned. "All of it. My tits. My cunt. You absolute bastard."

I kept at it. She ground her whole body back into me now, teasing, taunting . After several minutes her breathing grew ragged and she shook, reaching behind herself, digging her fingers into my thigh.

"Madhuri? Doctor Singh? Did you just cum?" I asked.

"Just Madi. Not a doctor," she muttered. "Yet. And no."

"Liar."

"Okay, yes. Maybe. A little." She detached from me and moved us both to sit against the headboard. "Hey, Nine C? Can I tell you something?" Madi said, her head on my shoulder.

"Go."

"So that… what you did earlier? When you came in my mouth? It felt…" She shuddered. "I’ve never had anything like that. I was outside myself, drifting. I was empty, and full, accepting, warm, and… and aroused. So aroused. Even with Nadja, I’ve never been… I’m… I could hear your voice, I didn’t have to think, and everything you said was so… right. I can’t even... I barely remember what you were saying, and I don’t really care. It was like your thoughts were in my head. I wanted you to do it again."

"But you got your samples." I looked over at the cups, and she followed my gaze.

"I did, but I was so fucking tempted to just drink them instead. To just… get lost like that again, listening to you tell me what to do. Listening to your voice, making me submit to you. How you could even make me forget, like you did with Erin."

"Would you… want me to?"

I felt her nod. "I want to try it. See if it works, if you could make me do something I don’t want. I could try it with you.." she said, trailing off as lost in thought. "I think it’s only fair. Maybe try out some triggers? If you ever wanted to let me hypnotize you…?"

I was silent, thinking about it. She had a point. I’d left some things in Erin’s mind, I’m sure, probably some in Madi’s as well. "Alright," I said at last. "We can try it. When?"

She squealed, vaulting on top of me. "Well, I need to warm you up first," she said, and leaned down to kiss me. "But how ‘bout now?"

She swayed her breasts, her hands on my shoulders, looking deeply into my eyes, expectant. This felt… right, comfortable, like we’d done it before. I brought her in for another kiss. She gave a happy purr, and rubbed her still-wet pussy along my cock.

"Now is good," I said.

*             *             *

"Are you sure this is okay?" I said. We’d been making out for several minutes, and it was clear what we both wanted to happen. I’d made up my mind to have sex with her, if she asked. I still wasn’t sure what her situation was with Nadja.

"Which part, exactly?" Madi asked.

"With Erin, that’s all on me, we’ll figure it out, but… this is yours and Nadja’s bed. It seems… I mean, you guys are serious. You haven’t told her about us, have you?"

"Not yet. But it’s fine," Madi said dismissively. "I’m not without my secrets. Or my talents. If she has a problem, I can always…" She pressed her arms together, making her deep, tan cleavage even deeper. "You know. Show her these. Convince her."

I stared, transfixed. "I don’t think we should –"

"Shhh," Madi said, cutting me off. She grabbed my hand and brought it to one of her breasts, coaxing my fingers around her soft flesh. I felt a strange electricity pass through my skin. "Or maybe I could just convince you instead. You love my tits, don’t you, Scott?"

I nodded, feeling a familiar calm come over me. I loved her tits.

"You’ve never… have never been… never been hypnotized by my tits," Madi said, as though reassuring herself it was true. "Have you?"

"No, I… I’ve never Never been hypnotized by your tits. But I want… want you to use your…"

"I know," she said sweetly. "You sweet boy. You love them. Here." She brought my other hand to her chest, molded her breasts together, jiggled them. I stared. "Watch my tits. Touch them. Feels good, right?"

"So good," I said. I could barely think.

"We’ll try it out. I’ll use them on you, science, et cetera. Put you in my power. Have you submit. You want to?"

I groaned my assent. "Your power… submit… I want to."

"Before… all this happens, I have some questions, but I need your head straight. Keep looking at my tits, keep… uhhh… fuck me, you’re so good at that. Keep playing with them. I love your hands. Don’t think about anything else, but don’t go into a trance. Not yet. I need you to be honest with me, keep a clear head. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Now. First off. Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes," I said instantly.

"Good," Madi said. "That was the easy one. Watch my tits as you touch them. Do you have feelings for Erin? Real feelings?"

"Yes, I think…" I said, hesitating, holding Madi’s breasts. That energy pulsed through me. "I… yes. I do."

"Finally he admits it," she said. "Fuck. Alright. Question three. Do you trust me?"

My answer came easily. "Yes," I said. "Trust you, Madi. I trust you."

"That’ll do," she said. "Scott? I want you to watch my tits."

*             *             *

"Hey, Scott? Sco-ott." Something brushed the tip of my nose.

I opened my eyes. Madi was still on top of me, swinging her hard nipples over my face. I caught her breasts in my palms. "I guess it worked," I said, bringing a nipple between my lips.

"Mhm," Madi said, closing her eyes. "You could say that. Keep going."

I obliged, sucking harder. She held my head to her chest.

"You… uhh!... you went down easier than most. I know how much you love my tits, but…"

I mumbled something around her nipple. I felt her laugh.

"I tried out a few minor suggestions. Some triggers, some memory things. Like, you don’t know my girlfriend’s name right now, do you?"

I paused, then shook my head, still kissing her breast. Had she ever told me…?

"It’s Nadja," Madi said from above me.

Nadja! Of course it was. But if she could do that, then…

I let go Madi’s tits, receiving a tiny, "Aww…" She pushed herself up, hands on my shoulders, with a look of concern that matched mine. "What is it?"

"Did you do… anything else to me? Like, about Erin? Or with us?"

Madi shook her head. "No… I… I wanted to. Thought about it. Left you here in your trance and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea." As if to demonstrate, she took a mug from the bedside table and took a sip. It wasn’t steaming, so I must have been out for a long time.

"Sometimes there’s collateral damage," Madi continued. "Unintended consequences. But I didn’t… I tried not to," She rubbed herself against my cock. "I mean, this is all… fuck you’re so hard… right here, this is all you. Do you feel any different? About Erin? About what we’re doing?" She sped up. "A-about fucking… fucking me?"

I considered. She was right. I shook my head. "No. I want to fuck you, Madi."

"Thank god for that." She raised her hips, teasing her opening with my cock. Her eyes were wide and pleading. "Can I?"

I nodded.

"Is this what you did with Erin?"

The head slipped inside, and all lingering thoughts of Erin were gone. "Yes," I told her. "Yes."

She gave a long, low satisfied moan at that. "I’ll go slow," Madi said. "I want you to talk to me. That and you’re… ohgoddamnit… so fucking big! Please!"

"Madi. You love having my cock in you."

"Love your… cock in me! Sooo good! It’s… fuck, you’re stretching me…!"

"You love fucking me."

"I love fucking you!" She slid down further. Her leg muscles were tight, straining. I reached out and grabbed her hips. "I love f-fucking you."

"You want to fuck me whenever I say."

Another inch. "Want to fuck you… unh… whenever you say! Yess! Make me… make me fuck you!"

"You want to do what I say."

"What you say," Madi murmured, almost to herself, like she did when she was lost in thought. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed. "Want to do what you say."

"You want to obey me. You want to be submissive."

"Oh! Obey you," she repeated. She had taken almost all of me. "I want to be… be… unnhyes… submissive. I want to submit to you."

"You want me to cum inside you. Make you cum. Cum with you.

"Yesss!" Madi said, our hips meeting. "So… fucking… full!" She came, convulsing, my full length inside her. I held her waist as she rode me. "You’re making me… ahh! Cum! Cum inside me! Cum with me!"

Her muscles gripped my cock, trying to coax me as I swelled, but I held back.

"I feel you! You’re so close!" Madi cried. She was still cumming, pressing her clit hard into the base of my cock. "Cum in me!" she pleaded, holding her breasts as they shook. "Watch my… my tits! Scott! Cum in me! Please! Ohfuck! I want it! I need to feel it! I want to do what you say!"

She collapsed on top of me, out of breath. My hardness throbbed inside her.

"You didn’t cum," she said softly. I could hear a pout in her voice. She traced her fingers over my chest hair, poking at the broad muscle underneath. "Why not?"

I shrugged. "I wanted to. It felt too soon."

"How are you feeling? About, you know," she said, clenching her pussy around me, "about...fuck me you’re so big… about all this?"

"I… fuck…" She started moving her hips again. "I can barely think when you do that."

"That’s the idea. But fine." She slid me out of her, whimpering. She sat up and started rubbing my cockhead against her clit. "I miss this guy already. I've never been that full. You okay?"

"Just in my head, is all. I really like Erin, I really like you…"

"And you don’t want to fuck it up. Lots to process. I get it. I’ll help you figure this out. Hey," she said. "For what it’s worth, I really like you, too. Maybe even catching feelings, like you said. There’s time for all that…" Madi waved a hand, brushing away the thought. "Whatever it is. Later. No more fucking around. Get up."

I did. My dick, which still refused to go down, bobbed between us. Madi eyed it hungrily.

"For now, I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me some more." She demonstrated, planting both hands flat on the mattress. She moved her round, perfect ass in the air, inviting me back in. "Do whatever you want to me," Madi said. "Don’t be gentle this time. Take me. Cum in me. Make me your slut."

I eased into her with one long, slow stroke.

*             *             *

I had one hand on Madi’s waist, the other on her throat as she propped herself up on the bed. Her tits dangled, bouncing as I fucked her. I watched her back muscles rippling, her pert ass jiggling only slightly with each thrust. Her orgasms were near constant, coming in waves, and I’d lost count after the first five minutes.

"Harder," Madi moaned. Her right hand came up, guiding me, pressing my fingers into her neck. "Yes, fuck me like that! Rougher! Keep… keep fucking me! Deeper!" she cried. "Fuck! You’re so big in me!" She tightened around my cock. I felt myself building, getting close.

"Fuck! Me! Uh! Yes! I feel it! I feel you! I’m close too! Cum in me! With me!"

I heard the front door open, then close. "Madhuri…?" came a voice from the hall. "What a fucking day. Do I have stories for you. Hey, Madi? You here?"

"Madi?" I said, slowing my thrusts. "We should–"

"I don’t fuckin’ care!" Madi reached behind me, gripping my ass, urging me to go faster. "Just keep fucking me!" she hissed. "Please cum for me!"

"Madi." I stopped moving inside her.

"Madi?" said a woman’s voice through the door, followed by two sharp knocks.

"Nooo," Madi said, tugging futilely at my hips, trying to keep me going. "I’m so… we’re so close… cum in me… please… want to be your slut…"

"I think we should… I think that Nadja’s–"

The bedroom door banged open. A tall, statuesque blonde in scrubs stood before us, taking in the scene. "What the absolute f–"

I pulled out of Madi’s pussy, and she gave that familiar whimper. I held onto her waist to keep her from falling.

"Nooo," Madi said one last time, defeated. "I wanted to cum…"

The blonde’s hard gray eyes fixated on my cock, bare and bobbing and glistening with Madi’s wetness. She scowled at me. Or at it. Probably both.

"Um. Hi," I said lamely, making no move to cover myself. I stopped short of offering her a handshake. "I'm Scott. It’s Nadja, right?"

The blonde scowled harder.

"Nadja," Madi said, collecting herself, straightening up and brushing at her hips. "Hey. Um. Hi. You’re home early. So I’m, we’re, okay, so this is Scott, and we’re naked, yeah? But we weren’t, I mean, this isn’t what it… well it kinda is, but it’s for–"

"Madhuri fucking Singh." The blonde's face was a deep shade of rose. She was… incandescent in her fury. Radiant. Angelic. She glared at us both. "If you tell me this is for science I will fucking smack you."

Madi ignored her and, smirking a bit, turned to me. She whispered something in my ear. My thoughts became muted, blurred. My lips moved in response to whatever she was saying but I couldn’t make out the words. A third voice was shouting something from somewhere in the background. Everything was gray, so I just stood there, waiting. Distantly, I watched Madi walk away from me, her shoulders starting to swing.