The Talent Agency
Copyright© 2025 by bpascal444
Chapter 23
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
When I awoke I was disoriented because this looked unlike any of the places I usually woke up. It took a moment for my memory to kick in. Oh, right. Our local Orgies-R-Us. I knew it really wasn’t an orgy, but I liked the image. I looked to my side and found it empty. Pam had gone off somewhere, maybe even back to her dorm.
Across the room two guys and a woman, none of whom I thought I recognized, were doing their own spitroast. She seemed to be enjoying it, given her enthusiasm. The two guys certainly were. I stretched, got up and found the bathroom where I peed and splashed some more water on my face.
I stepped out and for the hell of it went through the larger room, pausing at the entrance to the changing room. I turned around to look back. Not quite as crowded as before, but certainly as energetic with various permutations at work on the various mattresses. Also as before, it was a mix of ages, predominantly thirties and up by my estimate, all trying to prove they still had it where it counts.
Oh, there’s Pam, in the corner kneeling on a mattress. I hadn’t seen her because there was a guy kneeling behind her fucking her slowly while she was sucking the dick of a guy lying on his back with eyes closed, his arm behind his head and resting on a pillow against the wall. Jeez, the guy behind her is enormous! Not a very long dick, but almost as thick as a beer can! I was surprised he could get it in.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to find Vicky had come up behind me. “You’ve recovered from your coma, I see. I looked in on you a while ago and you were dead to the world. Pam said she was gonna leave after she finishes with Ryan there and she can still walk. So what’d you think? Did we oversell the place?”
“No, not at all. It was ... eye-opening. I’m not sure I’d have the stamina to be a regular visitor.”
“That’s not what Pam said. She told me what had gone on. It was more times than she usually gets off. And she also told me that you met Charlie.”
“Well, it wasn’t so much a meeting as an incursion. It was like I wasn’t there at all.”
“Yeah, that sounds like him. It might be that Clayton will be having a wee talk with him soon, is what the little birds tell me.”
“Perhaps that’ll help. I don’t know him well enough to say yes or no.”
“So you had a busy evening, then. Was it to your liking? I ran into some old friends and we helped each other out. Reducing stress, that is.”
“I was about to comment that you look particularly relaxed and serene.” She smiled.
“Yeah. I almost always have fun here, and it almost always gets me where I need to go. I haven’t decided yet if I’m done for the night or not, so I’m just going to voyeur -- Is that a verb? -- voyeur for a while.”
“I don’t know if it is, either. If it isn’t, it should be.”
“There’s an empty mattress over there. Let’s sit there and watch. I mean voyeur. Unless you’re ready to leave, of course.”
“No, like you I’m still undecided. Part of this is just prurient fascination with watching other people fuck, like watching porn. But part of me is still saying the night’s not over and some good stuff may happen later.”
We found our spots on the mattress leaning against the wall, pillows behind us to cushion us. She got in close to me, comfortable with being near.
“So, how does this compare to that place you told us about? How’s it different?”
“I’m not sure if it is. Different, that is. It’s there for when people get the urge to hook up with someone else, or to indulge some erotic fantasy. I guess that’s a difference. This place doesn’t have much in the way of devices for indulging special interests.
“The other place had a special room just for rough sex or bondage, and the equipment to facilitate it. Clayton was pretty clear that that can’t happen here.”
“I suppose that having that would bring a different dynamic to the place,” she said, “attract a divergent crowd that might not appeal to everyone. Anyway, it’d be hard to do here, ‘cause there’s really only the two rooms in the basement.”
“This place has a comfortable feel to it. Folks seem to get along, mostly, and it clearly fills a need. I wasn’t sure about this before I got here, but I can kinda see it now. Clayton doesn’t recruit newcomers actively, does he?”
“Oh, no, it’s all word-of-mouth. People invite only people they know, people they’re sure about, who are open to ... I don’t know what the right word would be, maybe swinging. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, to be sure.
“Like Arnie over there.” She pointed. “He’s a relative newbie, though he once shared with me that he and his wife once tried a wife-swapping thing with friends. In the end they decided they liked it more than they didn’t.
“Someone he knew, a friend with whom he’d discussed it, suggested this place, mostly because real-life swinging can be awkward, hooking up with people you don’t really know, may not share values with, may not even like that much. This place has a cast of known characters, and you can choose to interact with them or not.”
“I can see that.”
She whispered to me. “See that woman over there, the blonde woman in her forties with the two guys? That’s Elaine. I’ve talked to her some. She told me about some things she was involved in when she was younger.
“For example, she used to live in New York, Manhattan, back in the day, and spent a lot -- a lot -- of time at Plato’s Retreat. You heard about that place? The sex club for couples? She went there several times a week till they closed it down, ‘cause she got off on doing it with people watching.
“Then after that she took up dogging. You know the word?”
I shook my head.
“Not as big a thing here as it is in Britain. It’s going out and having sex with strangers in places like parks and parking lots, while others watch you do it, mostly late at night. Anyway, there were a few others around who did it and word gets around. It got out of hand in the place where she was going, lots of people showed up to gawk and comment and there were a couple of dangerous encounters that hit a little too close to home, so she stopped.
“So this place is the next best thing. She doesn’t get quite the rush she did screwing in front of strangers, but it’s close and certainly safer.”
“People are so interesting,” I observed, mostly to myself.
“How ‘bout you, Carter? What kind of kinky public stuff have you done?”
“Um, almost nothing. I prefer being alone with my partner. I don’t really have the exhibitionist gene, like Elaine. I’ve done a couple of group sex things, but we kinda knew each other so not really strangers. Oh.”
She caught my hesitation almost immediately. “Ah-ha! So there was something kinky you’ve hidden up till now. C’mon, spill, let’s hear it.”
“Well, it wasn’t really public sex, not like you mean. It was...”
“You can’t fool me, it’s written all over your face!” She was playing with me now. So reluctantly I told her about the party at the frat house that belonged to the Kappas where I got pulled in to a threesome on the couch with Alicia and some other guy I didn’t know, and fucking her in the ass while a crowd watched and cheered.
“Hah! I knew it. You’re as perverted as the rest of us. You’re a slut, Carter.”
“I can’t be a slut, I haven’t even taken the entrance exam yet!” That made her laugh.
“And what about you, Vicky? What depths of debauchery have you plumbed? Let’s hear some details.”
“Boring stuff, not worth relating.”
“No debauchery is boring. Debauchery is salacious by definition. Spill. Let’s hear it.” I used the same phrase that she had to put her on the spot. I was having fun teasing her.
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me, Carter. Just because you make a few poor choices doesn’t brand you for life.”
“Ha! I was right, there’s slut stuff in your background. Start with the first one. You can work your way up the ladder.”
She slapped my knee. “It’s not slutty stuff. It was just the experimentation that all kids do, just like you did, I’ll bet.”
“You’re evading the question, Vicky. You dig all the dirty details out of my history, but you won’t share any of yours. Well, I’m disappointed, I must say.”
“Stop it, there’s nothing there to dig up. Really, it’s just the stuff all kids do when they reach their teens.”
“Like what? I know for a fact that things that are considered run-of-the-mill in one place are thought to be daring and edgy in another. I have examples to prove it. Tell me some of yours.”
I was thinking about Karen’s tales about her horny cousins, fucking and blowjobs with the neighbor kids even while they were still in their early teens. That wasn’t something that ever happened where I lived, for certain.
“You’re not going to let go of this, are you?” she asked me.
“Well, you started it. It’s only fair. Tell me the first really edgy thing you did.”
She pressed her lips together, thinking. After a while she said, “Oh, all right, but you’re going to be bored. Okay, so I don’t know what it was like for you in middle school and beyond, but my school had grades 7-12 in the same building, and we often had classes all over the building, so we were always mixing with the older kids.
“So you get to seventh grade and you move into this whole new social universe where people act and look differently. All the older girls are trying to attract the hot guys by dressing as sexy as they’re allowed, and the guys are always putting the moves on the hot girls.
“Sometimes they’d be playing kissy-face in a dark corner between classes, sometimes you’d see some guy in the halls stand behind a girl and reach around and grab her tits just to get a reaction from her, just see how far they could push it before she got really upset.
“That’s how we learned how to behave, ‘cause everyone was behaving like that. We had no clue that this wasn’t normal behavior, so we emulated it. It’s where I first overheard girls talking about BJ’s and handjobs, about trying to get their guy to eat pussy, about taking dicks in the ass so you wouldn’t get pregnant, like that.
“So the boys are getting the same indoctrination, except boys are usually a little cruder. We’re all like thirteen, fourteen, and we’re all getting this social pressure to start acting more grownup. And to us, grownup means sex. ‘Cause that’s what grownups do.
“I’m not much different from everyone else, I wanna be grownup, too. So when we go to the seventh and eighth grade parties, we play at being grownups, teasing the boys, maybe showing a little more skin than we normally would, and the guys are strutting around making really adolescent comments about boobs and asses and dicks, trying to act manly.
“I’m getting to the point, Carter, so don’t fade on me. Anyway, at one of these parties, down in the rec room at my girlfriend’s house, everybody’s dancing, seeing how much they could rub up against one another, maybe accidentally cop a feel, and this guy’s dancing with me, Frank his name was, and he’s rambling on about how he’s so tired of all the girls who aren’t grown up enough.
“‘They’re boring,’ he said, ‘they don’t know how to act.’ He’s deliberately provoking me, seeing how far he could push, but I’m too naive to know that. I just know he’s pissing me off by telling me I’m childish. I finally had enough, and I grab him by the hand and say, ‘You’re so full of it, Frank. Come with me.’
“I know that there’s a laundry room off in the back, near the garage, with its own door and I pull him in there and slam the door. I push him up against the dryer, get his belt open, and pull down his pants. He looks like he got hit with a brick, doesn’t know what to do now that he’s got to do something.
“There’s a basket of dirty laundry there waiting to be washed and I pull some towels out and put ‘em on the floor so I can kneel down, ‘cause it’s concrete and rough on the knees, and I grab his dick, which wasn’t that big in retrospect, and I put it in my mouth.
“Now, I have never done this before in my life, but I know this is how a blowjob starts, and I’ve seen a couple of pictures in magazines with a dick in a girl’s mouth so I have a general idea, but no videos or movies. I have no clue at all about the end of it, when he cums, because I haven’t seen any porn yet.
“So Frank is standing there, naked from the waist down, his mouth open so wide I’m afraid he’s going to drool all over my hair which I just had styled at the salon, and I’m trying to figure out what to do with this thing in my mouth. I’d kinda assumed that you just hold it there, but I find that if I do something like push it further in, he moans, and if I slide it out, same thing. So pretty quick I determine that in-and-out is a good thing, and Frank sounds like he’s getting a little desperate now.
“I’m collecting a lot of saliva in my throat ‘cause I can’t swallow right with my lips around his cock, so I move my tongue around to try to get the saliva down my throat, and as soon as my tongue flicks against his dick he shouts ‘Oh, fuck!’ really loud and starts thrusting hard and I feel this stuff collecting in my mouth.
“I have no idea. I’ve never seen pictures of a dick ejaculating and it hadn’t come up in the birds-and-bees talk I got from my mother. I’d heard the older girls talk about their guys ‘cumming’ but I hadn’t made the connection with actual ejaculation.
“Anyway, I’ve now got a mouth full of saliva and cum and his dick is still in my mouth when the door flies open. His shout was heard by a couple of his friends in the hallway who thought he was in trouble and rush in to help. And the first thing they see is me on my knees with Frank’s now-limp dick in my mouth.
“I’m caught! I gulp because I don’t know how to get out of this. And that makes me swallow all the combined saliva and cum.
“They stare and for once there’s no smart remark to show how grown up they are. The brighter of the two dim bulbs closes the door and turns the little lock thing in the knob. Frank finally slides slowly down the face of the dryer until he’s sitting on the floor.
“The smarter one steps forward and without a word unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. He was a little bigger than Frank. So I’m in an impossible situation of my own making. If I get up and leave, the story will be all over school by Monday. If I stay and blow them, the story will be all over school by Monday. Hobson’s choice.
“I finally decide I’m screwed either way, so I choose the path that at least gives me some experience. I blow the guy and he cums quicker than Frank did, and while I’m blowing him, the last kid’s got his dick out and he’s stroking it to get it hard.
“This time when the second one shoots in my mouth I finally get to taste it. It tasted weird, but it didn’t make me gag or anything. The third kid, when the second one’s finished and leaning up against a wall to recover, steps up and I’m surprised to find that he’s way bigger than either of the other two. He’s like thirteen years old and he’s already got a dick better than six inches.
“He turns out to be a bit more aggressive and he’s trying to fit the whole thing in. Not gonna happen, not the first time anyway. I get as much of him in as I can and put my hands on his hips to keep him from pushing in. Instead I become the mover, sliding my mouth up and down his dick. I’ve already figured out that that really gets guys hot, especially if I add some tongue to it.
“I’ve had about as much dick as I want for my first time, so I want to get done and out of there. I’m already worrying about what’s going to happen when the story gets passed around. Am I going to be one of those girls who gets branded early as a slut and can never live down the reputation?
“First things first, I’ve gotta get rid of this last guy. So a little experimentation and I figure out pretty quick that speeding up can get them crazy. I do that, keeping my mouth wrapped around his dick and my tongue moving and sure enough, thirty seconds and he’s shooting a third load down my throat.
“He nearly falls down and his dick pops out of my mouth, I swallow, and as I stand up I have a sudden inspiration. They’re all looking at me, halfway wondering if they can get me to do it again, and I say, ‘I’m out of here, boys. If I hear even a hint of what happened here tonight, I will tell every girl I know that two of you couldn’t even get it up, and the third one shot his load while taking his dick out of his pants. I’ll supply names. Have a great night.’
“And amazingly, even though I listened closely to the gossip for the next couple of weeks, I didn’t hear a word about it. In retrospect that’s probably the most embarrassing thing you can accuse a teenage boy of, either being unable to get it up or premature ejaculation, so maybe they were shamed into silence.
“I did tell a couple of my girlfriends though, without naming names, because we all shared what little we’d learned about sex, whether it was true or not, so because I’d actually done blowjobs I became the local guru among my age group and girls would come to me to ask for advice on how to do it right.”
I stared at her for several seconds, then I laughed out loud. “Vicky, what a story! That’s wonderful. You should write that up, anonymously of course, but that’s a great story. And definitely not boring.”
“Glad you liked it. That enough for you?”
“No. You tell terrific stories. Lemme hear another. Tell me about the first time you got laid.”
“You first, Carter. If this is gonna happen, there’s gotta be some quid quo pro.
“Jeez, you drive a tough bargain. Okay.” I told her about how Melissa Cooley cornered me at a school dance and asked me point blank if I’d be her first so she could check the ‘lose my virginity’ box on her to-do list.
When I finished she said, “Carter, that was actually kind of sweet. She sounds like a together girl. You still see her?”
“No, her family moved out to California a couple of years ago. We lost touch, and I’m a little sad about it.”
“Well, props to her. Trying anal the first time you have sex is pushing the envelope. I couldn’t have done it. Glad it worked out okay.”
“Okay, that was my first time, Vicky. What was yours like?”
She looked across the room, staring at nothing. “It wasn’t that great. I guess that’s a common theme, I hear it from women a lot. I was sixteen. My mother, who prefers not to be too involved with my life beyond what’s required by law and common sense, made one good decision. She’d heard one too many stories from her friends about this girl or that one who got knocked up and either had the kid or had an abortion, depending on their religious beliefs.
“So one day she said, ‘Grab your purse, we’re going to the doctor’s office.’ I usually am pretty on top of when I’m supposed to go in for a checkup, but I’d clearly forgotten this one, so I jump in the car with her. We get there and we’re going in to the building and she says, ‘Would you prefer the pill or an IUD?’
“Huh? What?
“I actually say that to her, ‘What?’, ‘cause I didn’t understand what she meant. She said, ‘Birth control. IUD or pill, which would you prefer?’ I say, ‘Why? I’m not having sex.’ She says, ‘You can’t always predict what’s going to happen. Better safe than sorry.’
“So I come out of the doctor’s office with a prescription for pills and instructions on how to use them. My mother never says another word about it, like it never happened. Very strange. But she’s always been a little strange.
“Anyway, I don’t think much more about it, but I take the pills as instructed. And a few months later I get asked out by this guy on the basketball team, everybody called him Stilts for obvious reasons. He’s a little too tall for me and not all that smart, but what the hell, maybe I’ll get a decent meal out of it.
“And after the meal he takes a detour up to the local make-out spot on a hill above the town. It doesn’t take long before he’s got me down on the seat, lying on top of me, sucking my tongue, and it’s kinda hot in a way. It must be all that basketball practice, ‘cause his hands are moving everywhere. He’s got one hand grabbing my ass, another manhandling my boob, while he recites his spiel about how hot I am and how he really wants to do it.
“I’ve got this dialog going on in my head, the pros and cons of having sex. The cons are that I don’t much care for this guy and maybe I should wait for somebody I really like. The pros are I keep hearing the older girls talk about getting fucked and I want to join that club and maybe it’ll be fun.
“While I’m having this conversation with myself Stilts has gotten my skirt up around my waist and is pawing at my pussy, trying to get my panties off. I finally decide, what the hell, even if it’s lousy, I’ll be done with the wondering about it.
“I tell him, ‘Hold on there, big fella, wait up.’ He actually stopped, convinced that I was going to demand that he drive me home. Instead, I pushed my panties down and stuffed ‘em in my purse, then lay back. He looked as happy as if he’d just sunk the last basket before the final buzzer. He had his pants down to his knees in seconds and thank God he had a condom in the glove compartment.
“But maybe he was thinking I was going to change my mind again so he got his dick in me as fast as he could. I was a little dry and it was uncomfortable. There’s no build-up, no foreplay at all, not even fingers, just stick it in and pump it as fast as he could. It hurt some, my first time, but he was done before I could worry about the soreness.
“So, magical it was not, but at least it was done and off the list of things to do.”
“I’ve had this conversation with other women,” I told her, “who’ve had similar experiences. It sucks that guys are so universally bad at this, especially when we start, and I blame that on sex education in the schools which teaches only about how women get pregnant, STD’s and perhaps a few words about how not to get pregnant.
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