The Talent Agency
Copyright© 2025 by bpascal444
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - In this third installment, we continue Tom Carter's story of coming to terms with his new-found abilities to influence others, discovering other aspects to these powers, and beginning to understand how he came by them in the first place. He finds that his gifts are the accidental byproduct of failed military experiments to enhance the senses and abilities of soldiers. But even if the failures ruined a lot of lives, the prime movers aren't ready to give up, having come so close to success.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
I followed her up the front stairs, watching her butt wiggle under the robe. I was remembering the first time we’d made love, while she was house-sitting for her aunt and uncle, taking care of their two hyperactive toy dogs.
She’d come to the decision to lose her virginity on her own, with no pressure from me. And it nearly took my breath away when she had shyly asked me to help her do it. She wasn’t sure that she was really interested in sex, but she thought she needed to experience it so that the curiosity about it would no longer be a distraction to her focus on school.
She told me later that the joy of it had taken her totally by surprise, that she hadn’t thought that it could be so wonderful, that it could make her exult so completely.
She’d been shy at first, not feeling quite comfortable with me, not sure what she should allow, surprised that certain things felt so good when she had thought that they wouldn’t.
But it hadn’t taken her long to throw herself into it, to respond to new things, the same way she’d first been a bit nervous about the dildo and then accepted the new idea. I’d been a little hesitant about suggesting certain things then, but I’d found that she was open-minded. She’d try something to see if she liked it, even if it sounded a little frightening.
Like anal sex. I’d been afraid to raise the possibility, but her ass was so spectacular that it wasn’t long till the subject came up. She been slightly afraid of the idea, but she said because I wanted to try it, she’d let me to see if she didn’t hate it. And she told me afterwards that it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it might be. In fact, she’d actually gotten off when I came in her ass, which surprised her.
I failed to mention that it was me, linkcasting her an orgasm directive, that had gotten her off so powerfully, but she thought it was her and thus signed on to anal right there and then.
She was open-minded about lots of things, trying them on just like she did ideas, to see how they felt. She discarded the things that didn’t work for her. I envied that she was so self-analytical, because I wasn’t. I found it hard to change things I was comfortable with, to try new things. Maybe that’s why the two of us were such a good fit -- we balanced each other.
A speculation for another time, because when we reached her room she had turned and put her arms around me.
“This would be a lot easier if you didn’t have clothes on,” she told me.
“A quick fix. Give me a moment.”
I wasn’t wearing shoes, so everything else disappeared quickly. I hadn’t sent myself a stiffy trigger because I already had half a stiffy from thinking about her naked again. But I did remember to send myself a Cum Block. That’s my Boy Scout training: Be prepared.
She wore that enigmatic half-smile that always made me wonder what she was thinking. I knew what I was thinking. I reached out one hand and tugged at the belt of her robe. The knot fell apart and the robe drooped open. She shrugged it off her shoulders.
It always made me catch my breath. It mattered not how many times I saw her naked, it still hit me like a fist each time. I wrapped my arms around her and felt hers curl around my waist and lock behind me. I let myself get lost in the touch and the smell of her.
After a minute we moved onto the bed and found comfortable positions lying next to each other.
“Maybe I should’ve showered,” she said. “I might be a little sweaty.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re going to be sweaty again shortly.” She blushed. I don’t know why she was always a little self-conscious about her body. I’d told her scores of times how beautiful she was, and she’d been the target of advances from almost every guy she’d met all through high school. She couldn’t still have self-doubt, not after that.
“But now that you mention it,” I continued, “that’s something we’ve never done, shower together. That might be fun. You never know where that might lead.”
“Um, yeah, that’d be new. I don’t know why I suddenly feel so awkward about it. Maybe because it’s something I’ve always done alone.”
“I think we’ve had this discussion before. First times for everything are usually a bit awkward. Then they become more normal. Anyway, a problem for later.”
When we first started being “a couple” it took me a long time to get over the sense of awe I felt when we finally got naked. It was hard then for me to reconcile the person that I connected with emotionally and intellectually with the gorgeous woman whose body was so perfect that I was almost afraid to touch her.
That had changed -- I don’t know when that had changed, it happened as so gradually -- and now I felt completely comfortable lying next to her. She was still drop-dead beautiful, but now I breathed in her scent and the texture of her skin and it felt perfectly natural.
Yet I was still finding tiny little things about her that surprised me because I hadn’t noticed them before, trivial things like a slight discoloration of her skin that you could only see close up, or a little bump just above her elbow that you could only detect by brushing your fingertips over it. And having noticed them, they now became part of what I would remember about her.
I was learning to recognize certain parts of her that were sensitive, to which she responded when I stroked them. I was doing that now and I could feel her relaxing, her breathing falling into an even rhythm.
There was that weird sensation like I was in her epicenter, but I wasn’t. I was sensing an emotion, one of calm and peace, of happiness. I knew it was hers because, after all, there were only two of us here and I was pretty sure I wasn’t sensing me!
Her eyes were closed, just enjoying my touch, and I watched her. Occasionally I’d lean in and give a kiss to a certain place, or lick another. I’d hear a little response, almost sub-vocalized, as it washed over her.
It didn’t take long before I was running my tongue lightly just below her navel. She wasn’t a naif, she knew what wasn’t far away. Her breathing changed, got quicker, and when I finally moved low enough that my lips brushed over her clitoral hood, she gave a long, low moan.
I loved hearing these responses from her, because I loved making her feel good. I’d half-promised myself that this time I wouldn’t fall back on my hackneyed sensory images to make her cum because I’d found that her own orgasms were better than the ones I sent her. That was a hard dose of reality, but I shouldn’t be surprised. Lots of women were able to create memorable orgasms.
There were also a lot who couldn’t, and that’s where my little tricks could light up their world. But I loved watching Karen soar over the top. She was really good at it and I was happy to help her get there. What I could do was help her feel good between those releases.
I linkcast her the one I called Rowboat, which gave her a heightened state of pleasure, a feeling that you are floating in a boat without oars on a warm sea of contentment and bliss. And right after I did it, I felt it. It would be hard to describe the feeling based on the sensations I was receiving, but I almost recognized it, the sense of contentment.
I let my tongue circle her clit without touching it, and I could feel her tensing. After a few minutes I could feel her tugging at my head, urging me to push in harder. I was delaying, because I could sense that she wasn’t at the right stage yet -- and again, it wasn’t me rummaging around in her head looking for that odd “pleasure meter” so I could see where she was in the process, just me sensing her emotions.
So I kept my tongue moving slowly around the perimeter, until I could feel her fingers pressing into my scalp like a cat kneading the bedsheets with its claws. That’s when I sensed the time was right. I moved my tongue to the center of her clit and flicked it back and forth, very lightly with almost no pressure.
The sound began way off in the distance, getting closer and louder, a thin whine that rose in volume, and when it broke I pummeled her clit with my tongue while she pounded her fists on my back until she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me off. “No more, please, I can’t ... It’s too...”
She closed her eyes and I knew she had shut off for a few minutes while she floated back down. I didn’t need to look in her head, her face said everything that needed to be said. She was calm, peaceful, exactly where she wanted to be.
I had spent the last couple of years convincing myself that soon, any day now, she was going to find a new guy who was better, smarter, more attentive, more attractive than me. It was paranoia and I recognized it and knew it was unreasonable, but it still hovered over me, poked its head up every now and then.
When it did, I always took out my wallet and looked at the picture her friend had taken of the two of us at her New Year’s Eve party last winter. The way that she looked up at me, I knew she loved me. And I had to smile at the look on my face, someone who couldn’t believe his good fortune, to have someone look at him like that.
Somewhere down deep I suspected there was some nagging little demon inside me whispering, ‘She’s too good for you, you don’t deserve her.’
Maybe I should see a shrink. They might be able to exorcise that particular demon. But the thought got pushed aside when she started to move again.
She stretched. “That’s what I need after a night of prepping for exams. How come you’re never around when I need you?”
“So how do you think that would work anyway? You hand out earplugs to your roommates and instruct them to look only at their books while I’m getting you off? Pretend that you’re not shouting when you cum?”
“Details. We’d figure something out.”
“You were fun to watch this time. I like seeing that roll over you.”
She wormed both arms around me and snuggled. “You always know just what to do,” she said.
“It makes me really happy to know I can do that for you.”
“You’re a good soul, Carter. I sometimes wish we were at schools that were closer together. But I also know that you’d be a distraction when I need to focus on classes.”
“Same here. We’d be able to see each other more often and we could flunk out together.”
“We may need to refine that plan.”
“For now I’m happy that we can spend twenty four consecutive hours together and not feel like we’re rushed.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it? The closest we’ve come to that was that night we spent at my uncle’s while I was dog-sitting.”
“That was fun. For a while it felt like we were in our own house, and it felt comfortable and right somehow.”
“Well, we’ll have to take it as we can. These opportunities probably won’t come up often. So we shouldn’t waste the time we have. What would you like, Carter?”
“I would like not to be rushed. I would like to take things slow so I can spend as much time next to you as I can. That’s what I’d like.”
“You don’t want to get off?”
“Of course I do. We talked about this once, I’m sure. Men have an orgasm and we’re done for some undetermined period of time, between twenty minutes and two hours, before we can get it up again. Well, most of us, anyway.
“But I get such a rush watching you cum, it’s so beautiful, and I feel proud that I helped you get there. It’s not as good as cumming myself, but almost. So I can share yours because you can have several, then finally get to cum myself.”
She paused, thinking. “Yeah, I remember you telling me that. I have to say, none of my girlfriends at school have ever said, even once, that their boyfriends do that. If they’re well-trained they’ll make sure she gets off once before they stick their dick in and shoot their wad. Most of the time they don’t even wait for her to cum first. So you’re just a little weird, Carter.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell, no, I’m not complaining. I wish there were more like you so I wouldn’t have to listen to my friends whine about it.”
We rambled back and forth while touching one another, just enjoying being close again. As in the usual course of things, the touches became more sensual and erotic over time. I could watch it happen in the way that she responded to them, closing her eyes and reveling in what she was feeling. I suddenly wondered if that was the way she played with herself when she was trying to make herself cum.
“I know what I want. I want to see how you play with the dildo.”
Her eyes shot open and she looked suddenly fearful, embarrassed. “What? Why? I don’t understand, why do you want to see that?”
“Because I want to see how you bring yourself to the edge. How is it different from what I do to you?”
She was averting her eyes now, like this was an uncomfortable conversation. “I don’t know how I feel about that, Carter. That seems really different from what we do together.”
“It’s just a different way to share pleasure with each other. I think it would be really quite beautiful to watch you do that.”
“I don’t know why I feel so embarrassed about this. Maybe it’s because it’s something I do alone.”
I thought about that for a minute. “I guess I can see that. It might be a big step. Still, we’ve done all kinds of things together. Is this really that different?”
“It feels like it to me.”
“I won’t press the issue. I just thought it’d be really hot to watch you get yourself off.”
She looked relieved. But I wasn’t just saying that. It would be hot to see her get off with the dildo.
“Would you let me do that to you? Use the dildo on you?”
She looked at me, working the details out in her mind, trying to think how she’d feel.
She finally said, “I don’t know how I’d react to that. I can’t project how I might respond to it. I’ve liked it when I’ve used it on myself, but I feel self-conscious doing it in front of someone. If I’m doing it, I mean. But you’ve always been very gentle and caring with me. I’m not sure how I’ll react, but I’m willing to try it.”
“Okay. If it gets to a point where it feels weird, just say so and I’ll stop. Would you get it, or should I?
She pushed herself off the bed and went to her dresser, opened a drawer, and rummaged under a stack of sweaters. She came back with the dildo and a small bottle of lube. The dildo looked less shiny and new.
I picked it up. I’d never even taken it out of the box, just looked at the pictures on the side. She was right, it did seem sort of industrial, with several buttons. There were symbols next to each button, but they made no sense to me.
“The larger one’s the power button,” she informed me.
“Thanks. I’ll experiment a bit.”
I pushed the power button, and it started humming. I could see the end extend and contract no more than about an inch. I pushed a button at random and the tip started oscillating around the long axis. I turned it off. I tried another and the end stopped moving in and out.
There was only one other button, so that must be ... Yep, I could feel the vibration pattern change each time I pressed it. I turned off the power.
“I think I’ve mostly got it. Listen, if this starts to feel at all strange, just say stop, okay?”
“I trust you, Carter, this is mostly about me feeling a little ill at ease, ‘cause it’s new.”
I picked up the bottle of lube and dribbled a bit on her pussy. She looked like she was going to jump up and hide. I looked her in the eye and rubbed the lube between her labia, getting it quite slick. When I pushed two lubed fingers into her cunt her mouth fell open.
I slid them in and out, very slowly. There was almost no resistance because the lube was all over my fingers now. After a minute she closed her eyes and her breathing relaxed. I kept at it for another minute.
When she felt me pull my fingers out, she opened her eyes and watched me. I picked up the lube again and poured a little on the tip of the dildo. I snapped the bottle lid closed and rubbed the lube over the length of the dildo until it was evenly spread.
I reached down and stroked her pussy again. It was so smooth with the lube that my fingers slipped into her without my being aware of it. I realized it only when I heard her draw in her breath through her closed teeth.
“I love the way your pussy feels under my hand, and I love the way you react to it,” I told her.
She didn’t say anything, but she still looked a bit scared.
I took my fingers out and picked up the dildo, turning on the power button. The vibration pattern was the last one I’d tried. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I poised the dildo at her pussy. I pressed the tip at the opening and I could almost feel her fighting it.
Instead of pushing in, I slid it slowly up her labia, letting her feel the vibration. The surface of the dildo was slightly irregular, perhaps to mimic the way a dick feels. I slid it higher until it touched the clitoral hood.
“Oh, Jesus,” she choked out. I smiled.
“I take it that doesn’t feel terrible.” She didn’t reply. Just to keep it interesting, I pressed the button to select another vibration pattern.
She didn’t say anything, but her breathing had gotten faster.
Okay, enough is enough. I lowered the dildo till it was again pointing at her cunt and twisted it back and forth while I pressed it gently into her.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her eyes closed and chin raised. She hadn’t told me to stop, so maybe not so bad after all. Slowly in and out, just a couple of inches, with a little twist of the wrist so she could feel the surface irregularities.
She was making some small noises, little grunts or catches of breath, that told me I was on the right track. I could also sense something like anticipation, so I must be in contact with her emotions again.
There was a certain monotony to this, even though I loved watching her respond. For the hell of it, I pushed the button that made the tip extend and contract, while keeping the dildo moving in and out at the same pace.
She had grabbed the arm that was supporting me while I knelt beside her, and was squeezing it. Hard. It was a bit uncomfortable, but perhaps not the time to bring it up.
The small noises had changed to words I could understand. “Yes, yes,” she was saying, but very quietly. I noticed that I hadn’t yet pushed it in far enough for the clit hook to apply its buzzer to her clit. There’d be a time for that.
Instead I pressed the remaining motion button, the one that made the tip oscillate. I was curious to see how she’d react to that. I was trying to put myself in her head, hypothetically, and imagine what that would feel like grinding away inside of me.
Not so easy to imagine, as it turns out, because we don’t have the same anatomy so no real parallels available.
But I could see the result in real life, because now she was very vocal. “Oh, shit, baby, it’s everywhere, oh, my god!” She was whipping her head back and forth while she carried on a running but fragmentary commentary on what was happening to her.
This was very different from the way that she responded when we were coupled. I didn’t quite understand it yet, but clearly this was giving her some major buzz. Her fingers were digging into my forearm.
Okay, let’s see what happens if I do this. I pushed it the last inch inside and the clit hook hit her clit. In and out with a little twist, and each time it touched her clit she’d shout, “Yes!”
And suddenly I could feel her orgasm rise up, share it with her, and I moved the clit hook so it made full, prolonged contact. Inside, it was still oscillating and pumping in and out.
“Don’t stop, baby, I’m cumming! Oh, Christ, yes, yes!”
I kept doing that until suddenly I felt a hand push my shoulder, hard. That was her signal, I was pretty sure, that she couldn’t do any more. I pulled it out of her, but slowly, with a little twist. When it finally popped out wetly, I powered it off. I felt her collapse into herself, all muscles limp.
Well, that was impressive. I might have enjoyed it more if she’d done it herself, but still a great show. Maybe she’d be more relaxed with it now, and might be willing to let me watch.
I lowered myself to the bed, and as I did I realized that my arm hurt. She’d really grabbed it hard. There would be a bruise there tomorrow.
She was asleep or unconscious next to me, her chest rising and falling as she recovered. Again I thought how lucky I’d been to become close to her. The sex was spectacular, always, but even if she suddenly decided to become celibate I’d still consider myself blessed to be able to spend time with her, play with ideas the way we enjoyed doing. People talked glibly about finding their ‘soul mate’, but I felt that I’d already done that.
All the women I’d met at school, some of them were hot and sexy, some had an intellectual spark that attracted me, but none of them came close to her. I always felt guilty when I spent time with other women, because I was pretty damn sure that she was the one.
She’d insisted that we experiment, try new things, meet new people while we were at college, even if I thought she might not approve. I had agreed to her experiment grudgingly because I didn’t want to think about her hooking up with guys at school to ‘experiment’. I knew it was a double standard, that I could mess around while praying that she wouldn’t. I was still trying to come to terms with that.
I rolled on my side to face her so I could watch her. I only saw her arm, the curve of a breast and a lock of her hair that had fallen on her shoulder. I was still wading through the quicksand of my guilt about hooking up with other women when she spoke. It surprised me because her breathing hadn’t changed at all.
“Are you asleep?” she asked quietly.
“No. Just thinking.”
“About...?”
“That it won’t be long before we head back to school again and I won’t see you for months,” I lied.
“Well, we kinda knew that was going to be our reality for the next few years. It can’t be a surprise.”
“It’s not, but that doesn’t make it any easier to accept.”
“You’re right, I guess. It’ll be a struggle.” She turned on her side to face me. “Of course, now I have a dildo, so maybe not as much of a struggle as it used to be.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m joking, Carter. The dildo’s okay, but nowhere as good as you are. And it doesn’t talk, either, so there’s that.”
“Maybe you can modify that email-reading app I suggested to add it to the dildo, so it talks dirty to you in my voice when you use it.”
“Ooo, now there’s a project I could get into. So what’d you think, when you used it on me?”
“It was hot in a different way, seeing how you responded to it, how it got you off. Did it feel different when I was doing it?”
“Umm, well, to be honest I was a little embarrassed at first, ‘cause I felt guilty to be doing something like that in front of someone else. I don’t know why it should feel that way, probably something buried deep down about things you’re not supposed to do or you’ll go to hell or something, like religious taboos.
“Anyway, after a few minutes that went away and I was just responding to the different actions. The way you used it was different than the way I do it, and maybe I’ll try it your way ‘cause it was getting me going real good.
“You made me wait for it and that got me wired up and I was saying to myself, ‘C’mon, c’mon, do it already’, but you kept making me wait. I think maybe that made it more intense when I did finally cum, ‘cause, wow! I went off like crazy. It really drained me, I think I collapsed afterwards, ‘cause I don’t remember much.”
“It was entertaining to watch you. You give yourself to it so completely. It’s really lovely.”
“Well, you’re the one who made it happen. I wasn’t sure I was going to feel comfortable, doing that in front of you, but it turned out okay. You don’t think I’m cheap, do you, because I like playing with that toy?”
“Cheap?! Absolutely not. Sex toys are just another way for us to feel good. You wouldn’t feel cheap because we use lube sometimes when we’re making love, would you? It’s just another thing to help us along.
“Karen, I’m really happy that you like the toy. That was what I was hoping would happen. And when you use it maybe you’ll think of me, stuck in my lonely dorm room, pining for you.”
“You might be stretching that trope a little thin. Careful it doesn’t break.”
“You know what I mean. Anyway, not cheap. But definitely hot. I’d still like to see how you use it on yourself.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it. So, what d’ya think, has this been a productive use of a lazy summer afternoon?”
“Oh, hell, yeah. I’ll be thinking about this all winter. When I’m stuck in my lonely college dorm room, pining for you.”
She swatted my ass.
“Well, it’s true. I love the time we spend together. It really does help me to remember it when you’re not here.”
“We’re going to have to think about dinner before too long. I’ve gotta see what’s in the fridge or the freezer. If I remember correctly, you didn’t get off this time, did you?”
“I didn’t.”
“Maybe we could take care of that before we have to get up.”
“You’ll get no argument from me.”
“You have any preferences?”
“There is no position or act that we’ve ever tried that I haven’t loved. But maybe you on top so I can look at you?”
“You’ll get no argument from me. Lie back.”
She did that lovely thing where she scooted down to my waist on her knees, watching me to get my reaction, then taking my limp dick between two fingers ran her tongue around the tip, her eyes on my face. She liked being in control, seeing how she could make me jump.
She opened her mouth just enough to slip her lips over the tip of my cock and moved up and down, her lips brushing the rim of it. It was so exquisite that I choked on my own words and whatever came out of my mouth wasn’t English.
It took no more than five minutes before she had me as stiff as I’d ever been. She flicked her tongue back and forth against the frenum while I moaned. Still stroking my dick she asked, “Where did you put the condoms?”
I don’t know how I managed to spit it out, but I told her to rummage in my backpack, which was on the floor.
She was already ripping it open when she got back on the bed, and in seconds was rolling it on my cock. She moved one leg so she was astride me and duck-walked up. She knew just how far to move and stopped so that when she lowered herself my erect dick was pointed at her pussy.
To be sure, she reached underneath and held it steady, then settled down on it, eyes closed. Before I forgot I sent her the Rowboat image, to leave her in a state of contentment.
Each time we made love I thought, this will be the time when it starts to feel the same as the times before, like I know just what I’m going to experience and how it will progress.
But no, each time it’s just a little different, some new thing she does that makes me say to myself, “Jesus, what was that? Do that again.”
I don’t know why that should be, ‘cause I couldn’t put my finger on any specific thing she was doing differently, but it forced my attention front and center, amazed at what she was doing to me.
I was going to ask but found I couldn’t get my lips to work, that my mouth was half open, gasping, as she moved up and down, gripping my dick. I wouldn’t cum until I released the Cum Block, but it still brought me right to the edge without pushing me over the cliff.
I loved watching her moving above me, a woman wrapped up in her body, giving herself over to pleasure. Selfishly I sent her Mineral Spring, just so I could watch it happen.
She threw her head back and let out a long sigh. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. I could feel it when it hit her, when that puff of pleasure passed by.
There was no rush to what she was doing, no sense that we had to finish up because we had a time limit, something to be done shortly. So every few minutes I’d send her another, or a Summer Breeze. After the third, she said, “Oh, Carter, this is what’s different from using the dildo, the sense that I’m sharing this with you. I always feel so good when we’re making love.”
Just keep that thought close by for the next few years, Karen. That’s what I want you to remember when we’re apart.
I suddenly realized that my stomach was grumbling. God, I hope she hadn’t heard that, that would be embarrassing. But maybe it’s time to end this anyway.
I hadn’t wanted to just toss orgasms at her when it suited me. They were better for her when they were her own, but I couldn’t yet determine how much longer she’d need to get there. Maybe this once I’ll help her along.
“I think I’m almost there, Karen, just another minute or two. This feels so good I don’t want it to end, but maybe we can try again later.”
“It’s fine, Carter, this feels perfect, so whenever you’re ready.”
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