Sexperiment Part 1

Sexperiment
By WolfSpirit61
WANTED: Men and women 21 years and up for sexual testing. No experience required. Living arrangements provided. Great pay. Apply in person at 12277 Industrial Park Road, between the hours of 8 AM and 4 PM Thurs. and Friday only.
That was all the ad said. Digby Barnes re-read the ad three times before calling the taxi. There had to be a catch. This sounded way too good to be true, without there being one. As he went out to wait for the cab, he ran over as many scenarios in his head as he could think of. By the time the taxi arrived, however, he had pretty much convinced himself that this was an opportunity too good to pass up!
As the taxi pulled away from the curb, he began to wonder about the types of experiments he would have to go through. Would there be just one? A whole regimen of them? Would it be with women or with men or even both? And, if living arrangements were provided, just how long were these experiments going to last?
Thoughts of hard-on inducing drugs crept into his mind, something to make a man stay harder longer. He could live with that. He had never received any complaints before on the length of time he lasted, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Besides, a man could always use some extra staying time!
“Yer here, buddy!” The cabby’s voice snapped him from his daydream of having an everlasting hard-on. The woman he was trying it out on was begging him to either cum or stop. It was then that he realized that he had a hard-on for real. “Eighteen fifty,” the cabby mumbled.
As he paid the cab driver, Digby looked around. Years worth of wind blown debris and rotting pallets we piled against the sides of the buildings and in every nook and cranny around. The only sound was from the slight breeze rustling the leaves and other trash that wasn’t jammed into or stuck on something.
For some reason, he had expected a long line of horny, sex-crazed people lined up for miles. However, the place looked deserted. He was about to ask the cabby if he was sure this was the place, when the cab, tires squealing, took off leaving him alone.
The building he was standing at had only one door, a dented, and primer gray one with a “Volunteers Enter Here.” sign taped to it.
He shook his head. “No shit, Sherlock...only fuckin’ door around!” he muttered, and then reached for the knob. He would at least go in and see what was up. If he didn’t like what he saw, he would just use the phone and get the hell out of there.
The door opened to a small foyer, and another door with another note taped to it, instructing to please sign in with the receptionist. He had just enough time to read it, before the door behind him closed. A low wattage bulb illuminated the small foyer, giving him just enough light to see his surroundings.
“Well genius, you wanted to be here,” he muttered to himself. With a shrug, he opened the second door. The sight that greeted him was almost shocking. “Never judge a book...,” he whispered as he glanced around.
A lobby that resembled a doctor’s office waiting room stood before him. A thick, beige carpet covered the floor, comfortable looking chairs and couches filled up most of the room, along with tables, lamps and magazines. A window made of sliding panels of frosted glass sat squarely in the middle of the wall just ahead of him, and a door to the right of that. The walls were adorned with pictures and paintings of beautiful, naked women involved in various means of sexual pleasure.
He could now see movement behind the glass, but heard no sound at all as he approached. As he was about to knock, the right panel slid open, and a pretty woman in a clingy, powder blue dress smiled up at him from her chair.
“May I help you, Sir?” Her voice sounded a little strange, though he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Um...yeah...I...I’m here...”
“In answer to our ad in the pa-per?” The way she said paper made him start to feel uneasy.
“Y-yeah,” he answered, holding up the ad as proof.
She smiled at him, a gesture that seemed genuine, but somehow well practiced. “Very good!” She then reached behind her and grabbed a paper filled clipboard from the top of a bookcase. The move offered him a nice view up her dress, and the fact that she was wearing thigh high stockings and flowered panties.
Suddenly, the clipboard blocked his view. “Please take a moment to fill out this questionnaire. An atten-dent will be with you shortly.” There was that little speech thing of hers again.
Smiling, he took the pen and clipboard from her. As soon as the clipboard passed the frame of the window, the secretary reached up and closed it. Reading as he walked, he made his way to an expensive leather sofa and sat down.
The first page was pretty basic: name, age, sex, address etc. However, the second page made him smile a little nervously. It had questions of his sexual preference, favorite positions, how many times he has had sex, with how many partners, the gender of the partners, did he masturbate, how often, did he ever use stimulants like toys, blow up dolls, lubes, pictures, movies or reading materials.
Though it seemed a little odd and personal to him, he filled out the questions without any problems. The third page however, was going to take some time. In bold, black uppercase print, it read:
PLEASE DESCRIBE IN DETAIL AT LEAST THREE FANTASIES YOU HAVE THAT HAVE NEVER BEEN FULFILLED
Beneath this sheet, was a small stack of blank, lined paper, the kind he used to use when he was in school. He leaned back and thought a moment. He had plenty of yet unfulfilled fantasies to choose from. His problem was trying to figure out which ones to put down.
Just as he thought of one of his favorites, the door opened, and a man dressed in a pale yellow polo shirt, blue jeans and a white medical smock came in. With a weak smile, Digby waved the uncompleted form. “I, uh.... didn’t finish.”
The man smiled and waved it off. “Not a problem. It’s just a formality to help us fulfill your desires better.” He then stuck out his hand. “Name’s Frank.”
Digby took his outstretched hand and smiled as he stood. “Digby.”
"Nice to meet you, Digby," he smiled. "If you're ready, I'll show you to your room." Frank led Digby down a series of hallways filled with so many doors, he lost count. While scanning the long corridor, he noticed that only a few doors had numbers, and all of them looked the same to him.
They halted in front of one of the doors. The number fifteen had been painted on the door in gold leaf paint bordered with black. “This is your room, Digby,” Frank said as he swung the door open. Again, Digby looked down the seemingly endless hallway. It was then that he noticed that every door that was adjacent to the others, including his own, was black and numberless.
“Uh, cool,” he replied distractedly. It was roomier than he thought it would be, although he was a little disappointed that it was windowless, and the only other door in the room, lead to the bathroom. It was then that he noticed the mirrored wall to the right of the bed.
“Ah. I get the black doors now,” he stated, pointing at the mirror. “A little voyeurism going on, huh?”
Frank chuckled softly before answering. “No, Digby. It’s for observation purposes only.”
“No refrigerator? No TV?” Frank smiled as he walked to an unadorned part of the wall, bent slightly and opened a small door. Inside the little alcove, was a small refrigerator. Frank opened it to reveal that it was stocked with beer, soda and bottled water.
“Meals will be served in the dining hall at 8 AM, 12 PM and 6 PM daily.” Frank stated, anticipating Digby’s next question. “And as for the television, you will hardly find time to watch anything.”
“Speaking of which,” Digby started, as he bounced on the bed to test its firmness. “What is it I am supposed to do here, exactly?”
A wolfish grin crossed Frank’s face. “Sex, Digby.”
There was a pause, as Digby waited for more of an explanation. When there was none, he stood. “Ok...what about sex?”
Frank handed him back his unfinished survey. “We are a sexual research firm, Digby.” He pointed to the wall-sized mirror. “Whenever you have sex, you will be observed by highly trained members of our staff.”
“And I get paid for this?”
Frank nodded. “And you get paid for it.”
Digby sat back down on the bed. After a moment of looking long and hard at the floor, he looked up at Frank, his own wolfish grin on his face. “When do I start?”
As it worked out, all Digby had to do was fill out his survey, and a woman as close to his requirements as possible would be provided for him. Coupled with three square meals a day and a roof over his head, he could make this a new career.
After handing in his survey to the receptionist, Digby headed back to his room to wait for his “girl.” When he arrived, he was somewhat surprised to see a small color television set installed in his room, with a note taped to the screen.
“We are finding a suitable match for the profile you have given,” it read. “Please feel free to watch this while you wait.” Digby turned the small, neatly typed note over. That was it. Nothing more was said. “Well, at least they get cable,” he mumbled as he turned on the set.
He was just getting into a fairly good T & A flick, when he heard a knock at the door. At first, it pissed him off, but then he remembered why he was there in the first place. His expectations began to rise, and when he opened the door, he was not disappointed.
What he had described as his “perfect” woman now stood before him.
She looked to be in her early to mid twenties, with long, curly red hair. Breasts the size of cantaloupes stood barely hidden from view beneath a black halter top, and her hard belly and curvy waste blended smoothly into firm hips and long, shapely legs.
“H-holy...uh...hello!”
The young woman smiled back at him. “Hello yourself, Digby.”
The sultry sound of her voice made him instantly hard. After a moment of just staring at her, he came to his senses. “Uh...hey. C’mon in.”
He stood aside and let this perfect vision of womanhood walk past him, offering him a good whiff of his favorite perfume. His cock throbbed. As he closed the door, he watched her walk to the bed, where she stood, watching the movie he had on. Obvious sounds of sex were coming from the set, and for some reason made Digby blush. He suddenly rushed forward and turned the set off. The woman neither protested nor approved. She just stood there, smiling at him.
Digby shot a glance to the huge mirror on the wall, smiled, and gave it a thumbs up. He had no idea if there was anyone there, but if there was, he wanted to show them he was pleased.
“Well,” he started nervously. He walked over to where the refrigerator was hidden and opened the door. “You seem to know my name, but I don’t know yours.” He then held up a beer. “Care for one?”
The woman shook her head politely. “My name is Gina,” she said softly. Again, his cock jumped. She then did a slow 360 for him. “Do you like what you see?”
He nodded stupidly. “Very much, Gina,” was all he could say. After that, he popped the top on the beer and took a long pull, never taking his eyes off her.
“Would you care to sit down?” He wanted to smash the beer can into his forehead for being so stupid. Ever since he could remember, he had fantasized about this moment. The woman, right down to the very clothes he imagined she would be wearing, was standing in front of him, and he was acting like a nervous teenager!
“Only if you come sit with me,” she replied, then sat and patted the bed next to her.
Digby downed the rest of the beer before tossing the can in a wastebasket as he rushed to Gina’s side. Once next to her, he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Mmmm! You smell incredible!”
She giggled softly, and then made a move as if it tickled her. “I’m so glad you approve,” she replied, her voice husky. Then she laid back on the bed, and stretched her arms over her head. This move caused her thigh length skirt to ride up, offering him a view of the black, see-through panties that she wore.
“Damn, Gina!” The sound of his voice made a concerned look cross her gorgeous face. “Is there a problem?” she asked softly.
Digby laughed at that. “Yer kiddin’, right?” Gina looked sullen as she shook her head. “You are the most gorgeous, the most perfect woman I have ever seen!”
A look of relief replaced her look of concern.
“Thank you,” she replied almost shyly. She then ran her hand over his chest. “And I’m all yours, too.” That was when he felt the wetness seep from the tip of his throbbing hard on.
“All mine,” he repeated back, and Gina nodded.
She then surprised him by reaching behind her neck, and untying the strings of the halter. Digby heard himself gasp, when her perfect, cherry colored nipples popped into view as she lowered the top.
A small noise came from somewhere in his throat, as he dove on her succulent tit, and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Gina giggled, and then sighed as he rolled the hardened flesh around with his tongue.
As he sucked on her breast, his right hand slid over her dress to her leg, where he began to rub and massage her inner thigh, and moving his hand increasingly closer to her pussy, delighted when he heard the way she moaned. He let out a moan of his own when Gina voluntarily opened her legs for him.
He cautiously made there way into the waistband of her panties, and when he received no resistance, he continued to the inner warmth of her pussy. His fingers were met with a slippery warmth and flesh as smooth as silk.
When his thumb grazed her aroused clit, she let out a soft sigh, and spread her legs wider for him.
Digby pulled his mouth from Gina’s nipple and looked into her catlike eyes. “I gotta fuckin’ see you naked,” he breathed. Then rose up on his knees and literally tore the skirt off her.
As he busied himself at savagely removing her thin panties, Gina calmly finished removing her halter and tossed it over her head to the floor. When she was naked, Digby sat back, and drank in her beauty.
Again, he glanced back at the mirror. “Unfuckinbelievable,” he stated breathlessly. Again, he had no idea if anyone was there or not, but he was taking no chances.
“So, you like what you see?” Gina’s sultry voice snapped him back to reality.
“You're perfect, babe!” he replied as he started to tear off his own clothes. Once he was naked as well, he slid down to the floor and pushed Gina’s legs up and open, marveling at the perfect pussy in front of him.
“Are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to do something with it?” Gina asked, her voice husky. Digby found that he had to tear his eyes away from Gina’s pussy in order to look at her. Her scent was driving him wild.
Without warning, he crammed his tongue as far inside her as he could, making her arch her back and cry out. Grabbing the backs of her knees with her hands, Gina pulled her legs as far back and as wide as they would go.
“Tongue fuck me, Digby!” she demanded, and Digby complied, turning his tongue into a firm spear, and plunging it in and out of her. Every time his nose connected with her swollen clit, Gina let out a small cry.
Digby’s tongue was just starting to ache, when Gina announced she was going to cum.
That’s when it happened.
From between Gina’s spread legs, Digby suddenly went ridged. He looked as if he were desperately trying to get away from Gina’s contracting pussy, but was somehow trapped in it.
Gina seemed oblivious to what was happening between her legs, as wave after wave of delicious pleasure shook her body. Between her legs, Digby was convulsing uncontrollably, as tendrils of smoke began to drift up from his hair.
The door to his room burst open just as Gina’s orgasm subsided, and Digby’s body went limp and slumped to the floor.
Frank pointed an odd little rectangle that resembled a TV remote control at Gina, and she too, ceased all motion. Behind Frank, another man dressed in a white lab coat came rushing in and quickly surveyed the scene as he began to swear. “I want that fuckin’ video tape in my office in five minutes!” He then began to wave his arms around, obviously fuming over the sight. “See if he’s still alive, and clean up this fuckin’ mess!”
Frank wordlessly jammed the remote back into his pocket, before rushing to Digby’s side. After checking for a pulse, he breathed a little easier. He was still alive. However, in moving his head to one side, he saw that the young man’s tongue was badly mangled.
Pulling out a small knife, he quickly flipped it open with practiced ease, and then gave Gina’s abdomen a small slice. Inserting his index finger inside, he fished around blindly until his finger connected with a small release button. As soon as he pressed it, Gina’s pussy snapped open, and Digby’s unconscious form slid to the floor.
End of Part One
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