The Talent Agency
Copyright© 2025 by bpascal444
Chapter 36
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 36 - 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 was dead to the world. I had vague memories of movement, doors closing, bodies shifting in the bed. I ignored them, because the dreams were very pleasant and I didn’t want to leave them.
But I was drawn out of them by something that my unconscious told me was not a dream and I should pay attention to it. As much as I tried to fight it, it wouldn’t let me and I finally opened my eyes.
It took me a moment to remember where I was, and who she was. Right, Denise. But wasn’t she over there on the other side? I looked and saw another form sleeping on its side. Oh, okay, they switched places. Denise was leaning on one elbow, and her other hand had one finger extended which was stroking my dick, occasionally moving it elsewhere. It was half-erect.
She turned her head at that moment and saw me awake. With a slight blush she said, “I really wasn’t trying to wake you up, I just wanted to see if I could get you hard without waking you.”
“Science is full of failed experiments. Don’t let it stop you from trying again a different way. It’s actually a nice way to wake up.”
“I caught the end of your conversation with Sarah before you fell asleep, where she was asking you how you knew just what to do. Can you really do that? ‘Cause I was getting that too, like you knew what I wanted before I knew it myself.”
“I guess so. I mean, I’m right more than I’m wrong, so that’s success, in a way. If it works for you, then you keep doing it.”
“Well, it sure worked for me. Damn, you had me soaring. You probably know that guys don’t always get us off, even if they think they do. Half the time we have to fake it so their fragile egos don’t get bruised.”
“Ouch, speaking for all males here. But yeah, I do know that. I’ve heard enough women complain about it that it must be close to a universal truth.”
“Anyway it was great, left me feeling all loose and warm. I wish more guys knew how to do what you do.”
“Maybe I’ll start a franchise of storefronts after I graduate, like H&R Block, except these’ll give classes to guys to teach them how to read women’s signals and body language.”
“Ooo, I’ll invest in that. I’m gonna be rich.”
“Better wait and see if I can pull it off first.”
“You’re right. I’d better do some further investigation, make sure you’re not just some flash-in-the-pan. Where should I start? Actually, this seems like a necessary first step.” She squeezed my half-erect dick.
She appraised it for a few moments, determining how to proceed, then surprised me at what she decided. She scooted down between my legs, took my dick in one hand and stroked it before leaning in and sucking one ball into her mouth.
She wrapped her lips around it and ran her tongue all over it. I couldn’t help myself, I groaned and said, “Jesus, Denise, that’s ... amazing!”
And it was. Her tongue was sending little bursts of pleasure all through my pelvis. I could feel my dick getting harder. She popped the testicle out of her mouth and sucked in the other one, repeating what she’d done with her tongue.
I’m sure that someone has done that to me before, but she seemed to be so comfortable with this that it surprised me. Then she did something that made me gasp inwardly. She took the pad of her thumb, found my perineum, and rubbed it. I did that to women all the time, and it got them really wound up, just like it was doing to me.
I was floating on the feeling, sensing it getting more and more urgent and suddenly realized that I hadn’t set my Cum Block. I caught it seconds before it was too late, and sent the instruction. That would have been awkward, her sucking my balls until I shot a load of cum all over her hair and face.
“Ah, Christ, now you’ve done it, Denise. You’ve got me so hard I’m gonna pound your pussy till you’re black and blue.”
I got an immediate, powerful rush from my e-dar, saying that was exactly what she wanted, for someone to control her, to dominate her, tell her what to do.
“Oh, hell,” I suddenly said in exasperation. “I used my last condom.”
“Wait, look in that top drawer of the dresser there. Right hand side.” I got off the bed, my dick sticking straight out, and opened the drawer. Yep, four foil-wrapped rubbers. I tore one off.
“On your hands and knees, Denise. Head down, ass up. I’m gonna slap your ass while I fuck your little cunt.”
She moved into position quickly, wiggling her butt in invitation, while I rolled on the condom. She turned her head to look at me as I knee-walked up the bed behind her. Her pussy was smiling at me, I was sure of it. I pointed my dick at it and leaned forward. It slid right in.
She gave a long groan as it reached bottom and squeezed her pussy around it. Jesus, that felt good.
But I’d made her a promise of a sort, I’d told her I was going to fuck her till she was black and blue and slap her ass. It had gotten her so aroused that I needed to do something close to that, so I pulled out a couple of inches, then pushed back into her hard so our bodies slapped together. She went “Unnhh.” I felt a primal, sensual rush on my e-dar. I did it again, and swatted the cheek of her ass.
Damn, if she wasn’t already on the verge of cumming! This was a side of Denise I hadn’t seen yet. She’d seemed a little shy and embarrassed about her sexuality earlier in the evening. She’d opened up a little when she talked about her sexual experiences after the movie, surprising me a bit.
But this was something more, almost an urgent need to be dominated, used. I felt it each time I slammed my dick into her. She was choking out a “Yes!” each time I bottomed, our bodies smacking together. And every slap on her ass cheek sent a rush that I felt strongly.
Still, there was something missing, I could feel it. I couldn’t define it, but there was something else she wanted to complete the scenario she had mapped out in her head, something that would fulfill her fantasy. I didn’t know what it was, so I gave her the opportunity to give me a clue.
“Am I fucking you hard enough, baby? Do you want it harder? Do you need it to hurt a little?”
“God, don’t stop, keep doing that, do it hard.”
And there was a little rush, as soon as she spoke about it. I poked at it a bit more.
“You like my cock filling your tight little cunt? Tell me.”
Sure enough, there it was. She had to talk about it, tell everyone what was happening. “Yes, I love how your cock fills me up, stretches my pussy. I like it hard, make it hurt. Do it! Harder!”
She’s a talker. It’s part of her fantasy, how she builds up to her release.
“I’ll fuck your wet cunt till you squirt all over yourself. Shake your ass, bitch, lemme feel it.” I slapped her ass again.
“Jesus, yes! Make it hurt! Fuck me hard.”
I could feel her getting really close now. Isn’t it interesting, I thought, how some women need to talk about it to make themselves cum. I slapped the other butt cheek and she groaned. I saw Sarah stretch and turn onto her back, coming awake, probably from the noise.
Her pussy was dripping now, really wet. I could see her thighs glistening with the expelled moisture. I took a thumb and rubbed it against her pussy below my dick until it was wet. I placed it just below her asshole and stroked back and forth.
“Oh, Jesus, yesyes, right there!” No misinterpreting that instruction. She liked that, a lot. Her ass started vibrating now. I could feel it in my dick. If I hadn’t had set the Cum Block, I’d have lost it long ago. I could feel her pussy start to spasm around my dick.
It would take almost nothing to get her off now, she was teetering on the edge, I could feel it. Sarah had turned slightly, watching Denise curiously.
“Are you ready, Denise?” I asked. “I think you are. You’re so ready. Cum for me, baby, lemme see.” I took my wet thumb, pressed it against her asshole and pushed.
She squealed, and cried, “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” I moved my thumb an inch in and out of her ass while I pounded her pussy as hard as I could. She kept reciting her mantra, “I’m cumming”, over and over until her voice wound down to nothing and her head and arms stopped moving on the bed. Her butt was still sticking up, my dick buried deep inside her twat.
But she was out for a while, that was clear. I could keep fucking her, I suppose, but it was always more fun when your partner’s awake and participating. I pulled out of her slowly, my dick not quite willing to say goodbye.
I sat back on my heels, trying to determine my next move.
“That was entertaining,” said Sarah.
“Well, I was really having fun.”
“Maybe not as much as Denise. She continues to surprise me. You look a bit weary there, Carter.”
“She was working me pretty hard.”
I lay down on the very edge of the bed. I pulled off the empty condom and dropped it in the wastebasket. Denise was still either asleep or semi-conscious, on her knees with her head on the bed, so Sarah and I talked for a few minutes, looking at each other under Denise’s dangling tits.
We were both taken by surprise when Denise coughed, then started to move. She raised her head looking left and right, not seeing us, then looking behind her and finding us lower down on the bed.
“Oh, there you are.”
“Still here,” said Sarah. “Just waiting for you to regain consciousness. How was it?”
“Jesus,” she said in response. Sarah smiled.
Denise pushed her knees out until she was lying flat on her stomach. Her pussy was still sloppy wet. “Well, that was an experience,” she commented to no one in particular. “At the end it was like one little orgasm after another. I lost count, and then I think I passed out for a minute. I could maybe use something to drink. If only I could get up.”
Sarah sighed an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, all right, I’ll get something for you to drink. Carter, you?” I nodded.
She found a robe hanging on the back of the bedroom door and wrapped it around herself. She pulled the door closed as she left.
“I’m glad she stepped out,” said Denise. “I’d rather not talk about this with her here. There’s parts of our lives we don’t share that much, and you happened on one of my little kinks, which I’m not sure she shares.”
“Oh?” I asked.
“Well, a couple of things, actually. One, that thing where I get off with guys telling me what they’re going to do. It’s perverse. It actually bothers me a little, ‘cause I don’t like being thought of as submissive, but I can’t deny it makes me crazy and brings me right to the edge.
“The other thing is people playing with my ass. It’s really sensitive and I get really turned on. The spanking and that thing you were doing with your thumb rubbing just below my pussy? Jesus, I was about ready to take off.
“I never thought I’d like that when I started to have sex, that kind of thing always looked a little kinky and maybe painful in the skin mags, but Christ! when you stuck your thumb in there, you depraved bastard, I started cumming like gangbusters. It was really powerful. I’ve tried pushing things in my butt when I’m alone, like a vibrator, and it feels really good, but this was so different because someone else was in control.”
“Have you never had someone do that to you before?”
“Oh, yeah, sure. Guys try all the time, but they’re usually pretty rough about it and it winds up being more uncomfortable than arousing.”
“So what was different this time?”
“Well, there was some buildup to it, like that thing with your thumb rubbing. And your thumb was really slick when you did push it in, so it went in easy.”
“You’re right, you’ve got a really sensitive butt. Lots of fun to play with because of the way you respond. Have you ever had a guy stick his dick in there?”
“Yeah, once. The guy was pretty aggressive about it, didn’t use much lube, maybe just what was on the condom, and it was uncomfortable, especially because he pushed in too far too quick. Fortunately, he didn’t last long. He was funny, so proud of himself for doing some girl -- me -- in the ass. He didn’t say it outright, but I just knew he wanted me to tell him how good it was.”
“Didn’t we have this conversation? How clueless most guys are?”
“We did. Make sure you include that in your storefront classes.”
“So noted. But you do have a very sensitive butt, and you told me that you liked to have it played with, and even got off when you stuck things in there yourself.”
“Yeah. So?”
“I’m just saying maybe don’t give up on the idea of having some guy do you in the butt. Maybe set some ground rules about how deep and how fast, like that, use lots of lube, have a safe word if it gets to be too much. You might find you like it.”
“I’m not going to give up, just haven’t found the right guy yet. They don’t always follow directions well, get so wrapped up in how their dick feels that they forget the rules.”
“Okay, sounds like you’ve got a plan, then.”
Just then the door opened and Sarah, balancing three plastic cups and a pitcher, came back in and closed the door with her foot.
“Sorry about taking so long. I had to make something,” she said. “I didn’t want water, and wine wasn’t the right thing either, so iced tea from a mix, okay?”
“Sounds perfect, actually,” said Denise. She took the cup Sarah offered and drained half of it. I took a sip from mine and felt re-energized.
Sarah asked, “So what’d I miss?”
“Not much,” Denise answered hastily, “just the post-game recap.”
“Well, as the spectator, I’d like to add ‘Great game!’ Both offense and defense.”
We talked for a while more, random comments and observations about friends they had in common, school, things we’d done. At some point during the conversation Denise’s hand fell into my lap and she started playing lightly with my dick. It actually felt non-sexual, no intent behind it. But it still felt nice and I found myself getting slightly more rigid.
At some point, Sarah observed this and said, “You’re a horny girl tonight, Denise. I think I might be done, though. Carter fixed me up nicely. But if you two kids are still in the mood, go for it. It’s maybe too late for me to walk home now, though. You mind if I stay till morning?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. The bed’ll be a tight fit but we should be okay if there isn’t too much thrashing about and blanket pulling.”
“Okay. I’ll probably nod off soon, but do what you need to do.” She took another drink of her iced tea.
Denise turned to me. “I hadn’t really thought about it like that, but I might be in the mood for one more if you’re game.”
“You keep doing that for a bit longer and I’m sure to be in the mood. That feels really nice.”
“I like how it feels in my hand. But maybe not the fastest way to get you ready. Speaking from personal experience. Lemme try something else and see how that works.”
The ‘something else’ was her kneeling between my legs, holding my dick in her fingers, and wrapping her lips around the tip of it, flicking her tongue back and forth.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, do that!” So she did. I could sense that she still hadn’t resolved that new feeling the last time she’d done this to me, the dick pushing further in than she was comfortable with, yet feeling a rush of something close to an orgasm as it pushed toward her throat.
It was new to her, and her experience said she wasn’t supposed to feel pleasure but a gagging sensation instead. So she approached it carefully, testing each increment of depth, looking for where it became unpleasant.
So she was again surprised when my dick approached no-man’s-land to not feel her gorge rising, but an increasing pleasure that felt like the beginning of an orgasm. It confused the hell out of her, but she was adventurous enough to toy with it carefully, see where it started to make her gag.
“Jesus, Denise, that feels incredible, keep doing that!”
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