Student Bodies: Sex with the Grads

You can read the whole series in Non-Consent/Reluctance:

Good Old Lazenby, Chapter 1, Grads and Donors: The professors Lazenby match attractive grad students with wealthy bursary donors who want to have sex with them. Sandra Weston is hypnotized and used by both of the Lazenbys.

Student Bodies, Chapter 1, Sex with the Grads: Sandra Weston is researching Multiple Personalities. She receives a bursary as a Marker for The Professor, then Sandra is hypnotized and used as a sex toy by both Natalia and donor, June Hendricks.

Student Bodies, Chapter 2, Two Cougars for Marty: Martin Benning receives a bursary for his doctoral thesis research on Mind Control. Put under hypnosis, he serves as personal sex machine for both Natalia and June Hendricks.

Sex Toy Wife

Sandie Weston was changing in many ways.

During the past month, she had quickly become a much more sexual person than she had been at the beginning of the semester. In fact, she had become a sex toy.

Sandie was a graduate student in Psychology at a prestigious university. A petite and attractive blonde, she was married to Ben, a rookie cop. Six or seven weeks ago, both Sandie and another student, Martin Benning, had secured generous bursaries through the Lazenbys, popular professors in the department. Unknown to either student, Natalia Lazenby was hypnotizing them, then indulging in sex. Her husband and donor June Hendricks were getting plenty of them too.

Very recently, when Sandie stepped from the shower, all of her pubic curls were gone. Now her delicate pink folds stood out prominently from the smooth flow of skin across her mid-section. Of course, her husband Ben liked it, but he had to ask why. The answer he received reflected the new woman emerging from his wife.

“Love the new look, baby. But, what’s going on with you?”

“I’m just feeling so hot, so sexy these days! I can’t explain it. Why not take advantage of it right now? Let’s fuck, Ben!”

Ben wasn’t going to turn down an offer like that, though he had to wonder why his wife was acting like this. He appreciated Sandie’s ramped-up desire for sex. Some days she would meet him at the door and practically drag him to the bedroom. Her pussy always seemed to be drenched, as if she had sex on her mind all day. In bed, Sandie was more vocal and seemed to have more intense orgasms than Ben could recall.

Something else that brought Ben’s attention to changes in his wife was a large bag full of clothing which Sandie had collected from the closet and her drawers. She was going to drop it off at the charity drop box by the university.

“What’s in that big garbage bag beside the entry door?” Ben had asked.

“Old clothes for charity. There’s enough money now, so I’m upgrading. All my old stuff is either too long or too baggy. Shorter and tighter fitting skirts and blouses are more fashionable.”

“Can we afford this now? I know you have that assistantship and I’m working, but…”

“Believe me, we can afford it. The Hendricks keep us well provided-for.”

She wasn’t going to tell him about the $250 cash envelopes which The Professor had passed on to her a few more times since the first one. This generosity always surprised her, but she didn’t want Ben grilling her about the money again. The Hendricks were wealthy and generous people. Why couldn’t he just leave it at that?

When she had mentioned to The Professor that she’d be shopping for new clothes with the latest envelope, Natalia offered to go with her. She wanted to get put herself deeper into the young woman’s life to gain a firmer hold on her. Sandie felt that she couldn’t really refuse, so The Professor picked her up one weekday afternoon.

The Professor could always be persuasive, and she knew that her graduate student was easily suggestible. By the time they were finished, Sandie had a rather short skirt, a fitted dress with a low scooped neckline, a semi-shear blouse, and some tiny, silky underthings. Natalia suggested that Sandra wear these items when she came to the house on Wednesday afternoons.

There was one change in Sandie which Ben missed. Instead of telling him about her visits to the Lazenby house, she scarcely mentioned it anymore. He wasn’t even sure if she was going there at all. She was keeping it from him to avoid his inevitable interrogation, of course, but there was something else too- a subtle undercurrent that she wasn’t even aware of herself.

Sandie didn’t want Ben to be suspicious about the Lazenbys or the Hendricks. They were nice people. They were good to her. Yes, they were on her side, and Sandie felt inclined to take their side too. However, Ben was not in agreement, seemingly suspicious of them with the questions he asked her.

Psychologists would say that she had bonded with the Lazenbys and Hendricks, allying her interests with theirs. Although the two couples were sexually using her, that fact lay buried in her subconscious mind. She had no conscious knowledge of it.

During the six or seven weeks since Sandie received her bursary, Ben became very busy with his career. He took some additional training to enhance his future prospects to become a police detective. Some of this work was in the evenings, and occasionally even a half day on Saturday.

Anytime he and Sandie were together, it was either for more sex or a short interval between trysts. It was like an extended second honeymoon! Ben had never had so much fucking, and in such variety. The woman seemed insatiable. Ben’s misgivings about the Lazenbys and June Hendricks were soon forgotten as he rode this pleasurable wave.

****

In the meantime, The Professor had been experimenting with different methods to bring Sandra and Martin under her complete control. Starting with a clock pendulum in her office, she had moved on to slowly counting steps up the back staircase. Then, she found that both of them easily succumbed to a very short period of quiet relaxation while imagining a restful paradise.

With each technique it had become easier. They were both so suggestible now, that Natalia had only to lock eyes with them for five or six seconds. Then they were hers to do with as she chose. She always chose sex. With hypnosis she got into their subconscious minds, where she planted persuasive ideas and nurtured them. Sandra blossomed as her little sex toy. Martin became her fucking machine.

During this time, The Professor had enjoyed many sessions with Sandie, sometimes with Old Lazenby either watching or participating. She had captured the young woman’s body in erotic photos that she felt were her best ever. Photography was always followed by sex; in fact, only Ben was spending more time in bed with his wife than Natalia Lazenby.

There were souvenir photos in the bedroom too. One afternoon, while Gerry plied the young woman in a variety of positions, his wife used the Nikon. Sandie was so responsive, and so obedient, that with his little blue pill, Old Lazenby felt young again. But there was one hard and fast rule. He must never come in her, except perhaps her mouth. It was too dangerous to have her return home carrying evidence of sex.

Recently, The Professor had allowed June Hendricks to return to bed with Sandie too. June used her to indulge in some favourite exhibitionist fantasies. Sometimes she would tell Sandra to masturbate for her while she watched. At other times, June would reverse this, with Sandie watching her in the big bedroom mirror.

Over a month and a half, Sandie had a great deal of sex with the Lazenbys and June. She took intense physical pleasure in it, always experiencing incredibly powerful orgasms. But after she went home, there was no conscious memory of how or what she had performed. All of it was stored deep in her subconscious mind, and it remained locked there. Would it ever re-emerge?

Each visit ended in the same way. June or Old Lazenby would quietly leave, Mrs Hendricks hiding her gift envelopes in the knife drawer. Natalia would help Sandie get straightened up and dressed. She would lead the still-hypnotized student into either her office or the library where there would be a pile of already-corrected work. Then she would be brought back to the present.

****

One afternoon about five or six weeks into Sandie’s assistantship, she knocked, then entered The Professor’s campus office.

“Good, Sandra, you remembered to come here today instead of the house. Please have a seat there,” the Professor said, pointing to her comfortable chair beside her desk. “Don’t you look nice today! Your new clothes suit you perfectly!”

Since Natalia had begun having weekly sex with Sandie, she was quick to appreciate little details about the young woman’s appearance. Right now, she was closely examining the tight sweater and short leather skirt which she had helped the young woman choose on their second shopping spree.

“There’s an extra chair here because my husband will join us shortly, since you’d be developing this particular paper for his Psych Issues seminar.”

“Here is the latest batch of tests, Professor,” Sandie said, reaching into her heavy book bag. “The students did very well overall. Lots of high marks.”

“Good. Happy students mean good class counts next time around. Keeps our department full. It is a win-win, something that Old Lazenby and I both like. By the way, are you happy with your assistantship, Sandra? I’ll do anything I can to keep you satisfied,” and she smiled, not so much at Sandie as enjoying the double entendre she had just spoken.

Yes, she certainly would like to keep this shapely little sex kitten happy. It seemed to The Professor that her graduate student was becoming more responsive and willing each time she was in bed, hypnotized. Natalia knew that the subtle psychology of bonding was steadily taking a firmer hold, making Sandra more compliant to her wishes.

“Sandra. I must tell you what a wonderful asset you are to us. Everybody is so pleased with you. Sometimes it seems you can’t do enough for us!”

“I’ll continue to do all I can so you’re satisfied with my performance, Professor,” Sandie replied earnestly, unaware of its broader meaning.

Delightful! More double meanings and another sly smile.

“Here he comes now, so we can talk about your research paper. There’s a chair for you, Gerry.”

“Hello, Sandra. It is always such a pleasure to be with you!”

This warranted yet another grin from Natalia, as she stared into her husband’s knowing eyes. They both enjoyed these veiled remarks with students whom she could control, then use for their own satisfaction.

“Gerry, Sandra plans to prepare a paper for your Issues class on an interesting theme: Can a person CHOOSE to have multiple personalities? So far, the two of us have discussed defense mechanisms, compartmentalization, and cognitive dissonance. She’s shown a good understanding of these. I asked her to do further reading and added the Stockholm Syndrome to the list of concepts.”

“That sounds like a good start on a very interesting topic,” Old Lazenby contributed. “And it would certainly be a good fit for the seminar course because it asks an intriguing question. I can imagine that it would generate excellent discussion.”

“Did you find the Stockholm Syndrome interesting, Sandra,” The Professor asked, an invitation for the student to exhibit her knowledge gained through reading.

“Yes, extremely. The name originated from a bank robbery in Sweden, where the bandits took a group of hostages. The captives were co-operative- for their own safety, of course- and in fairly short order they bonded with their captors, even taking their part.”

“What was the reason, their motivation for acting this way? Shouldn’t they have turned on their captors?” The Professor asked.

“I wondered about that too,” Sandra replied, “but I think that would have been too risky. They could have been shot. It was safer to sort of play along, to protect themselves from dangerous people. A wise idea, when you think about it.”

“And there are other examples of the Stockholm Syndrome too, right?” Old Lazenby encouraged.

“Yes. In the Seventies, a radical fringe group in California calling themselves the Symbolic Libation Army captured Patty Heist of the very wealthy Heist brewing family. While in their custody, she was photographed holding a sub-machine gun as lookout while the group robbed a bank.”

“Had they forced her to do this?” Old Lazenby quizzed, because he was quite familiar with the news story.

“Yes. She claimed she was raped, most probably true. They gained a psychological hold because her life was entirely in their hands. In short, she allied herself with them in order to survive. Their interests were hers too.”

“Good analysis, Sandra,” The Professor commented. “Now, what bearing might this have on the multiple personalities topic? You know, choosing or not choosing to have a split personality.”

“All I could think of was this. The Swedish hostages and Patty probably didn’t know why they joined with their captors to act in unexpected ways. They may not have consciously chosen to do this. Perhaps something deeper inside directed them, but I’m just not sure what?”

“Excellent insight, Sandra!” Old Lazenby enthused. “Now you’re down into the subconscious level of the brain and how it might guide us.”

“My husband is right. I think you should expand your reading to begin exploring the workings and interplay between our conscious and subconscious minds. It will have a great deal to do with that research question.”

Old Lazenby summed up the discussion.

“Sandra, consider this. The hostages were in danger and found a way to protect themselves. Multiple personalities often originate from abuse, a way to cope with a bad situation. Does the subconscious mind play a similar part in these two?

“This should be really interesting. When would you like to see me again?” Sandra asked.

From her angle, Sandie couldn’t see the sight line between the two Lazenbys very well. She couldn’t see the subtle motion in Old Lazenby’s face that told his wife what to say next.

“Next Wednesday at two, Sandra. At our home.”

After she was gone, Old Lazenby smiled at his wife and spoke.

“Fantastic young woman. Beauty and brains. So much talent!”

“Yes, Gerry. Most people have no idea how talented she really can be in a private setting!”

They both laughed, then Old Lazenby returned to his office. J.C. Hendricks had telephoned earlier while he was in class and he had yet to return the businessman’s call.

****

The following Wednesday, Sandie pressed the front doorbell at the Lazenby residence, ready to spend time discussing the mind with The Professor. She was overdressed for school, outfitted in a very short skirt and a gauzy semi-sheer blouse with a few buttons undone. Her sexiest underthings were just barely hidden below. Sandie didn’t understand why she wanted to dress like this on her visits- she just did!

“”Come in dear,” The Professor welcomed her. “My, you look lovely today. The two of us must shop for more new clothes like this for you.”

“Thank you, Professor. I feel like dressing well when I come to see you.”

Natalia smiled because she could see that she was making inroads into the young woman’s subconscious mind with her compliments.

“Come upstairs and we’ll get started right away.”

Soon, Sandie was seated across from her professor, her notes on her lap, ready to begin their discussion. Instead, Natalia suggested she close her eyes to rest a moment, “to clear your mind of all other thoughts”. She had her breathe deeply a few times, while she softly spoke about a peaceful place without care or worry. In a minute, Sandra was hers for the afternoon.

The Professor put her arm around the young woman’s slender waist and walked her to the bedroom, where the bedcovers were already pulled back.

“Undress me now, Sandra.”

“Yes, Helena.”

“Now I will undress you…Be still, my pet.”

Natalia carefully unbuttoned the silky blouse, reaching inside to cup the warm breast there. She slid it off Sandie’s shoulders and complimented her on the choice of undergarments today. The young woman smiled. The Professor had done this several times before. Then, the skirt was unzipped and fell to the floor. Only a bit of lace covered the shapely body. But not for long.

“Let me kiss you now… Spread your legs, Sandra.”

“Yes, Helena.”

The Professor began by kissing and pulling at the young woman’s nipples, then went to her knees for the prize. Using her thumbs, Natalia pressed and pulled the shaven labia apart, delighted that Sandra had taken the words layered into her subconscious mind and put them into action. She was behind Sandie’s impulse to remove her blonde pubic curls.

“Beautiful pussy, Sandra… May I enjoy it now?”

“Yes. Please.”

Ah, she was coming along very nicely, accepting a more submissive role. The Professor could tell that her little prize could be trained to take their sex together much farther. There were so many wicked possibilities for submission and control. Perhaps some light bondage would be enjoyable? Yes, she would work on that. Hands tied by a ribbon would be a good way to start.

Back in the moment, The Professor kissed all the pink flesh that Sandie offered, then found the sensitive clitoris, sucking it between her lips. She could hear her lovely little blonde softly moaning with pleasure. The control she felt over this beauty was so exciting to Natalia, and so much more could be exercised!

“To bed now, Sandra… Love me the same way.”

“Yes Helena.”

Sandie had performed orally with ‘Helena’ and ‘Renata’ so many times that she had become very accomplished with her lips and tongue. Soon it was Natalia who was moaning with pleasure as the young woman sucked her clitoris. Her pussy was soaked with the heat of her growing desire. Then there was a soft tap at the door, and Old Lazenby came in- naked. He clambered onto the bed.

“Sandra, kiss my mouth now… Franz will fuck me…You can watch.”

This was very stimulating for the couple, and ‘Franz’ had taken his little pill. As Sandie obediently locked lips with The Professor, Old Lazenby eased his cock into his wife. She lay on her back, her husband and Sandie close together pleasuring her. Gerry looked at the young woman’s lovely tits and arse as he ploughed into his wife. Then he withdrew and spoke to Sandie.

“Sandra…Are you my slut?”

“Yes, Franz,” the bedroom name he always used, his middle name.

“Suck my cock now… my little slut.”

“Yes, Franz.”

“You must ask, Sandra.”

“May I suck you, Franz? Please.”

Sandie was well-schooled in her relationship with Old Lazenby. She had done this before. Natalia sat up to kiss the young woman’s body while she dutifully stroked and sucked her husband’s growing rod. A great deal of wet tongue and plenty of depth- she knew that was what he wanted without being told again. Old Lazenby was as hard as a rock after a few minutes of such skilled treatment.

“I’m going to fuck you… my little slut… Lay on your back.”

“Yes, Franz.”

“You must ask, Sandra.”

“Please fuck me, Franz.”

Now Natalia stretched out across Sandra’s side to kiss her lips while her husband slid into the young woman’s vagina. She was tight and it felt marvelous to Old Lazenby, the fourth time he had enjoyed this pleasure. The two of them began to rock forward and back, her knees up, her pelvis tilting with each thrust. She knew how to please this man inside her.

Lazenby was highly aroused now. He picked up speed and began to push into his little plaything, his personal sex toy, quite vigorously. Natalia looked over in horror.

“No Gerry! In her mouth!” she said sharply.

He quickly withdrew and scrambled up beside her head, holding his cock. She opened her mouth and he partly filled it with fluid. Then she swallowed as she had been taught, and finished with a little smile, as if to invite praise. Instead, she heard this:

“That was close, Ge…Franz. Be more careful!” his wife hissed softly, as he rose to leave the bedroom.

Now the two of them were alone again in bed, an evil pastime which the Professor relished. For the better part of an hour they teased mercilessly, one edging the other toward her peak, only to retreat. Sandie knew this game and she found herself enjoying it more each time she was with her afternoon bed partner, ‘Helena’.

Sandie would kiss and suck some private part of Helena’s body until she was moaning loudly, then move away to suck somewhere else. Her slender fingers would piston in and out of Helena’s vagina, then she would retreat. After a while it would be Sandie’s turn to be chased by Helena’s probing mouth and fingers. Both loved the tease, loved the capture! Finally, The Professor knew it must reach a climax.

“Make me come now, Sandra… Then it’s for you.”

Sandie instinctively slipped one, the two, and finally three slim digits into the woman’s pussy, curling them upward to contact that especially sensitive spot. Then she brought her lips to Helena’s clitoris and began to kiss as her fingers moved. In no time, the sensations had The Professor thrusting up from the bed, her steady moaning gradually becoming a deep wail.

“Fuck me… Fuck me… Ohhh… Ohhh… Yes!… Yes!… Aaaaaaggghhhh!!”

Natalia gradually caught her breath while her Sandra quietly waited for what she somehow knew came next.

“Sandra… That was good… Will you come now?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Good girl.”

The Professor understood from experience that Sandra liked to work at her own nipples while her pussy was being attended to. Both knew how this would end, and that the young woman would keep playing until she had orgasmed.

This was exciting, but there was work to be done too. Sandra had to go home having talked about the conscious and subconscious mind, the purpose of her visit today.

Natalia mounted a furious stimulation of Sandie’s most sensitive areas, leaving her student writhing on the bed and calling out as she steadily rose toward an orgasm. The Professor was relentless, allowing no respite until Sandie was lurching in the throes of ecstasy. My god, this young woman could reach such a powerful climax!

Then, as always, they dressed and went to the bathroom to clean up, brush hair and teeth, and reapply any makeup or lipstick. Next, out to the library with Sandie’s notes and seated on comfortable chairs facing each other. A gentle counting downward and suddenly she found herself back in the world she had left. Natalia gave her a few moments to orient herself, then softly spoke.

“You are relaxed now and we can begin our discussion of your research, Sandra. What have you learned about the conscious and subconscious minds? And, how do they relate to one another? Lets begin with the conscious mind now.”

They talked to one another, exploring these ideas academically for the next twenty minutes or so. From the conscious mind, they moved to discussing its connections to the subconscious. It was a stimulating topic; however, their talk soon began to lag, with lapses between their exchanges.

Both of them had a problem. Sandie was suddenly feeling very tired, while The Professor found herself highly distracted by thoughts of the incredible girl-girl sex she had just enjoyed. When Sandie was unable to stifle a deep yawn, Natalia quickly suggested a drive home. Her student happily accepted.

****

Old Lazenby and J.C. Hendricks were having a second coffee in a little cafe downtown. They had eaten lunch together and Hendricks still hadn’t revealed why he had invited the professor today. However, Old Lazenby knew it would be something to do with the sponsorships. He was apprehensive, in case J.C. would have some problem or issue. That was how sponsors sometimes acted- always in self-interest, while acting noble about their supposed ‘good deed’. He waited.

“You wonder why I invited you today, right? “Hendricks said, lowering his voice for privacy.

“Yes. Something about your departmental bursaries I suppose, J.C.? If there is any problem…”

“Yes. The problem is my wife. She has been making full use of our grads- every week with one or both of them! But, I feel that she is keeping me away. And I’m paying the shot, you know.”

“Ah, that’s really between you and your wife, J.C. Sometimes donors do become rather possessive…”

“No, it’s between you and your wife, Gerry. She is the one who sets these things up. I think June is using Natalia to screen me out.”

“But why would she do that, J.C.?”

“Things aren’t so good with us lately. OK, I’m locked right out of her suite. Over a month now- a long time for a man to go without… To hear June talk, those two give her all she needs. Jeez, she comes home like a schoolgirl who just stepped out of some guy’s back seat. She’s got that ‘Just Fucked’ look all over her and a damn silly grin. Dressed to the nines too, like she’s been on a date.”

“That’s too bad, but it’s between you two,” Old Lazenby replied, wanting to stay out of the Hendricks’ marital problems.

“Look Gerry,” J.C. said firmly, “It’s your problem too. I’ll drop right out of this whole deal unless I get some access to that little blonde. Preferably by myself some evening. It’s been well over a month and I’m not prepared to wait any longer.”

Now Lazenby did have a problem. It seemed that June Hendricks had been using her relationship with his wife for vengeance in some problem with her husband. Gerry could see that he would need to talk directly with Natalia to apprise her of J.C.’s threat. An unhappy donor could easily upset the whole applecart. Hendricks had to get what he wanted, and soon. Old Lazenby knew that, and he was sure that his wife would too.

“I’ll talk to Natalia about it this evening. She understands how important it is to retain your support. June probably does too. Without it, she loses access to these young people. I can assure you, J.C., that you will get what’s deserved. You’ve waited long enough.”

“That’s what I like about you, Lazenby,” Hendricks grinned, “You know how to get things done, man-to-man. I hope to hear from you soon. You have my private number, right?”

“Yes,” Old Lazenby replied. “And I thank you for this excellent lunch, J.C..”

But he certainly was not thankful to have this touchy problem which his important donor had just handed over to him.

****

Like an overused horse, Martin had been ‘ridden hard and put away wet’ regularly by Natalia or June, sometimes both the same day. The young man was scheduled for 2:00 every Friday afternoon to discuss some aspect of his developing thesis. He didn’t know it, but there was always sex, usually hours of it. ‘Helena’ and ‘Renata’ were the two hungry cougars he was called upon to satisfy, and they were relentless in their pursuit of pleasure with him.

One afternoon, Martin was the subject of an erotic photo shoot in The Professor’s private studio. June used the Nikon while Natalia directed the poses. Of course, Martin was naked for the entire session and kept hard for a great deal of it. Sometimes Natalia stepped out of her Director’s role to help maintain the erectness of the young man’s cock with as many helpful strokes as required.

“Martin, stand facing Renata… Legs apart a little… Arms straight over your head… Palms together… Hold it… Arms pointing to both sides… Shoulder level… Bend and flex them… Hard as you can… Good, great muscles!”

“Now, hands on your hips… Elbows out… Legs wider… Look at the camera… Hold that pose… Turn to face the wall… Stroke your cock… Hold it up… Look over to the camera.”

“Now turn your back to the camera… Arms together across your stomach… Flex your back muscles… Hard as you can… Perfect… You have a fine physique, young man.”

“Some reclining shots now, Ju…Renata. Come in for closeups of his groin whenever you want.”

Then The Professor continued with Martin’s posing instructions.

“Down on your side now… Prop up your head… Bend your back leg… Front one straight… Look at the camera… Stroke your cock for us… Legs open so we see your balls… Stroke more… Look at Renata.”

“Now lay back, Martin… Keep stroking… Both knees up… Legs apart… Zooming in now… Such a cock and those big balls… Perfect!… And that’s enough.”

“Oh, that was fantastic, Helena! I feel all flushed right now and my heart is pounding! He is all man, isn’t he- muscles, cock, balls. Lets get him into your bed!”

“Can I assume that you want to go first?” The Professor laughed softly and then led the way to her bedchamber for more sport with this hung young fellow. Soon Mrs. Hendricks was in bed, today wearing a very sheer negligee that left nothing to the imagination.

“Very nice!” the Professor commented, for this was more of June’s fine naked body as she had ever seen. “I trust you’re in the mood for this. Door ajar as always.”

“I wanted this to be even better than the last time. I hope he just tears it off me!”

“Martin, will you love my friend?”

“Yes, Helena.”

“Her name is Renata Rees… Say hello to her.”

“Hello, Renata Rees”

“Martin, love me now,” June spoke softly as she pulled the naked young man tightly against her breast..

“Yes, Renata.”

Today, June arrived eager to get his thick cock inside her, and the photo session had left her wet and wanting. She pushed Martin onto his back, planting her feet on each side of him, then slowly lowered herself down on his erect penis, feeling it slide to her depths. She had been craving that all week!

“I will fuck you, Martin… Lift your hips… each time I slide down.”

June Hendricks was consumed by lust as she lifted herself to the top of his cock, then slid down again. It felt so sluttish, so wicked to be fucking this desirable young man. He would be the one to satisfy her, not that beastly, aging husband of hers- probably counting his money at the office right now. June gazed down at her appealing afternoon lover, and as she rode him, she undid the ties of her negligee.

“Martin, do you like my tits?”

“Yes, Renata.”

“Will you suck them for me?”

She knew the answer and had already come to her knees with him still deep inside, then leaned forward above his face. Her breasts hung there just above him, her nipples eager for his mouth.

“Suck them Martin… And keep fucking me.”

The Professor heard all this, of course, and smiled as she visualized everything going on in there. She liked what she had seen through June’s sheer lingerie and it stimulated her. The two of them together with either of her graduate students would take the thing to a whole new level. Yes, she would work toward that goal, with Martin and with Sandra, perhaps by wearing an alluring gown or lingerie herself next time.

In the bedroom, June was moaning with pleasure as Martin squeezed her tits and devoured her nipples. All the while, he pounded her vagina with his cock- hard as a rock, thick as his wrist. Then it was quiet for a moment as they shifted to a new position, this time with June underneath, impaled again on Martin’s magical rod.

“Fuck me, Martin… Fuck me some more… Harder this time!”

It sounded as if June was thoroughly aroused now, ready for a more intense helping of Martin’s member. He picked up the pace, apparently accompanied by a steady supply of natural lubricant, judging from the sounds coming through the door. June’s moaning was more insistent now and both were breathing much harder than before.

“Faster, Martin!… Fuck me hard!… Oh yeah… Oh yeah!… Fuck me!”

Natalia knew that June was not going to last much longer with the deep fucking that the young man was giving her. June wanted it. She needed it. And June was going to have it, no question about that!

“Oh Martin… Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!… More… More… More!… Fuck me!… Fuck me!… Uuuuggghhhhh!!”

Martin kept pumping into her like he had been programmed for this. As June continued to enjoy an intense orgasm, her young man thrust in and out of her pussy at a breakneck pace. Sweat poured from his forehead, and the muscles by which he was supporting his own weight began to tremble. Still he kept pounding into Mrs. Hendricks, a ragdoll impaled on his raging cock.

And then he was at the peak. He quickly withdrew from June’s body and held onto his hard cock, launching long streams of cum across her naked body. Some reached to her chin and most striped across her stomach and her tits. The quantity he released was really quite impressive!

“Oh… my… god!” was all that Mrs. Hendricks could say, dipping her fingers into his widely-scattered fluid and bringing it to her lips.

Natalia could only chuckle in her office. By now she knew from experience that his ‘recharge time’ was about an hour. Enough time to get June out, and to get Martin cleaned up and dressed again. After that she would talk to him about his thesis, then hypnotize him again for her turn in bed. Martin didn’t know it, but he was on a hectic schedule.

About twenty minutes later, Martin had rejoined reality and wondered why he felt a bit weary. He sipped the mid-afternoon coffee which The Professor had prepared for him, and looked at the notes he had readied for discussion.

“Well, Martin. Are you all set? Have you narrowed down your wide general interest in Mind Control any farther yet? We need to get on with this research.”

“I think that I’m there now Professor Lazenby. I’ve come across two concepts that look very interesting. Both have to do with the mind and are probably closely related. I’m really just getting into them, though.”

“Excellent! The first one?”

“I’ve been reading about Meta-Communication- I’ll call it MC- where a person trying to control another plants certain thoughts into that person’s subconscious mind by movement or facial expression. For example, a gesture like nodding or shaking the head symbolizes ‘Yes’ and ‘No’. Meta-Communication can be used to control others by linking certain gestures to particular outcomes, like the threat of a raised arm.”

“Interesting. And what’s the second mind control concept that interests you?”

“It is called Neuro-Linguistic Programming- or NLP- where someone skillfully layers certain thoughts into the subconscious mind without the person being aware of it. When this happens, trigger words or phrases can bring out related behaviour without the subject even understanding why they are acting this way.”

The Professor was already very knowledgeable about this particular control technique, having skillfully applied it to Sandie and Marty during the past month and a half. Repeated phrases during sex told them exactly how to respond next time they were hypnotized. This explained why they could anticipate The Professor’s every desire and respond to it completely.

“Great topics, but you need to identify a question as your research focus. Try starting with How or Why, never What.”

“Let’s see… How effective is NLP in shaping behaviour?”

“That’s a good start. Could you compare the two different methods you mentioned today?”

“Maybe this: Which most controls behaviour, MC or NLP?”

“That sounds more interesting, but it doubles your work, of course. I think you should continue reading everything that you can find about these two concepts. There could be a doctoral thesis in one or both.”

Just then The Professor’s cell rang and after three rings she decided to pick it up. It was Old Lazenby and he seemed to be rather disturbed. She knew that J.C. Hendricks had invited him for lunch. This call mid-afternoon was probably not to share some good news, and she could tell by the tone of his voice.

“I’m finishing up now with Martin, discussing his thesis proposal. Can you call back in about ten minutes? In the meantime, I’ll see him out.”

The Professor was going to miss her scheduled bedroom romp later this afternoon, but she told herself that there would be many more to come.

“Sure, I feel quite tired this afternoon for some reason. I don’t mind leaving early. Maybe I’ll go home to catch a nap.” Martin offered, having overheard her call.

On his way out, Natalia picked up the latest envelope which June had left for him. Another $250 dollars. No card this time, but Martin was always blown away by this very generous gift from his sponsors.

“The Hendricks express their best wishes and thank you for your hard work. Mrs. Hendricks is a very sweet lady, and she gives her thanks for everything you do for her.”

“But, I don’t do anything for her at all?” Martin questioned.

“You aren’t aware of it, but you give her great pleasure. You make her feel young again. You carry her back to a time she remembers fondly, her university days,” The Professor told him, privately enjoying another heavily-veiled commentary about this young man fucking Mrs. Hendricks.

****

After Martin left, Old Lazenby phoned again.

“I’m sorry to have interrupted your time with Martin…”

“Yes, I am too!”

“I’m causing you to cut short your afternoon fun, right Natalia? I’m sorry.”

“This had better be important, Gerry,” The Professor stated firmly.

“It is and has been bothering me ever since I came back from my lunch with Hendricks. It’s better that we talk it all through at home, of course, but I can give you a carefully spoken summary now. Then you can think about it before I get home to find solutions.”

“This sounds like trouble.”

“Not necessarily, if we figure out how to best handle it. Every issue is that way.”

“OK, I’m listening. Careful what you say. We need to be so cautious, especially around the university.”

“J.C. is threatening to withdraw his support unless he gets his turn. He thinks June is blocking him.”

“He’s right about that. Wants them all to herself.”

“We have to satisfy him, Nattie, because he writes the cheques.”

“You’re right, but we need to get past her interference to keep him happy.”

“Apparently they’re on bad terms right now, never good for maintaining donor support.”

“You want me to think of some solutions to discuss later, right?”

“Exactly, and I’m doing the same, believe me. It is important that we get this worked out. Maybe enough to keep him quiet for now, but not so much that June gets angry.”

“Yes, she can be a loose cannon, and we need to keep a close watch with her. Right now, she is using the two of them more than anyone I can ever recall. Getting her to share will be difficult, especially with her being at odds with her husband. Can’t really blame her. A wholly despicable man. A total boor! But I know, a rich one.”

“Well, think about it and let’s see what we can come up with this evening.”

When Old Lazenby came home that evening, his age was showing more than usual. His shoulders seemed a little more stooped and is white hair cast a pall over his face. His eyes seemed tired when Natalia met him in the kitchen. She commented that he looked weary.

“I think you’ve been going at it too hard with our little pet Sandra, dear, and it’s catching up on you now. Too much of a good thing is dangerous at your age.”

“I’m sure that’s not the problem. It’s the constant deception. I feel a continual fear of being caught up is bringing me down. We’ve benefitted many ways from this scheme, but sometimes I have a bad sense of it. One day it may crash down on us all, like a House of Cards,” Old Lazenby fretted.

“I’d never know it when you are with Sandra, Gerry. You don’t seem worried then,” Natalia teased.

“What are we going to do about her and Hendricks? Did you have any ideas to work this out?”

“I was thinking about it, Gerry, and there are some things we could do to keep everybody happy.”

“Keep the Hendricks happy and we’ll be in good shape. Your ideas?”

“He wants to have Sandra, but June doesn’t want him to. Sandra is her toy as far as she is concerned. Maybe it doesn’t have to be that way? Remember what J.C. said when you had lunch with the two of them? He wanted to see the two students together, right? Some sort of sex show.”