Tika and the Research Project

Okay, I stopped playing with my clit so I could tell you my story. This happened to me in 2019, before all the COVID bullshit happened. First, let me tell you a little about me. I was 19 and 5’ 6” tall. I weigh 139 lbs. I have long, light brown (almost blonde) hair that is down to just below my tits which were 34Bs. I say were because a lot of changes are going to take place by the time I bring you up to the present in this story.

I had enrolled in a university as far away frim my parents as possible. Fortunately, even though our relationship was not the best, they were willing to pay all my expenses. Maybe they were as happy to get rid of me as I was to be away from them. I was planning on getting a degree in computer science. I know, what’s a girl know about computers? I’m not your typical late teens girl, but I have always been facinated by technology. What made it even better was that I had a huge crush on my computer professor. He also was not your typical computer geek/nerd and he was pretty young for a professor.

In spite of my interest in computer science, my interest in partying took a toll on my study time and my grades were suffering, so I went to my professor’s office to discuss what I could do to improve my grades. I thought it might help my case if I looked my “best” so I wore a white halter top and cut-off denim shorts. I never wear a bra, but especially with tops that were meant to be worn braless. I don’t understand girls who wear bras under tops thst were clearly meant to be worn braless. I think he approved, but he was suttle and didn’t stare at my tits. He told me he might be able to help. He said he was collaborating with some other professors on a new research project and they were in need of volunteers. He was short on time, so he suggested I meet him at his home thst evening to discuss the requirements and options.

I arrived at his home at about 8pm wearing the same clothes I’d worn to his office. He showed me to his living room and asked me if I’d like a drink.

“Sure,” I said “whatever you’re having.”

He told me that he was having his favorite bourbon on the rocks and went in another room to get me one. 

He came back with two drinks, handed me mine and sat down in a chair facing the couch where I’d chosen to sit. I had had bourbon before, but this was really strong. It didn’t quite taste the same as what I expected, but it was very smooth. The more I drank, the better I liked it. 

We were just chstting about general stuff when I began to feel rather strange. I was about to take another sip of my drink, but my hand wouldn’t move the glass to my mouth.

“Are you okay?” Dave asked me. (I forgot to tell you my professor’s name is Dave.)

“I don’t think so.” I replied. “I feel strange.”

I wanted to lay down, but my body would not do snything I wanted it to do. 

“Take another sip of your drink.” he said. Suddenly, my hand was moving the glass to my mouth and I took a big sip. 

“Now put the glass on the table next to you.” he said and my hand and arm did exactly that. I had never felt so strange before. 

He then got up from his chair, walked over to me, reached for the left shoulder strap of my halter top and pulled it down my arm until my left tit was completely exposed. My first reaction was to reach up and stop him, but my body would not respond. I didn’t really mind what he did, since I was attracted to him and was kind of planning on some kind of shennanigans taking place to raise my grades. It just totally caught me off guard and I was a little concerned about my lack of control.

“Roll your left nipple around between your right thumb snd forefinger.” he ordered, although not in s demanding way. My right hand began massaging my exposed nipple and I felt a definite tingle shoot from my nipple to my pussy. It was as if something external was controlling my hand. 

As i continued to play with my tit, he began to speak.

“I suppose you are curious about why your hand is doing whst I commanded. You may have guessed your drink contained domething besides the exquisite bourbon. One of the things my colleagues and I have been working on is a drug that affects both the prefrontal cortex and the motor cortex of the brain. The drug blocks impulse control messages in the prefrontal cortex and stimulates the motor cortex based on aural commands. Therefore, the patient loses all self-induced motor control. However, your muscles do respond to commands you receive aurally. It does allow you to respond verbally to questions and/or commands. How does your pussy feel?”

“Fucking wet and hot.” I replied. 

“Good. I was hoping your nipple play would be enjoyable for you.”

“Take off those shorts. Get on your knees on the floor. Spread your knees. Place your forehead on the floor and your hands, palms down above your head.” 

Apparently he had to be specific for my brain to process the commands. My body did ecactly as he directed. I felt somewhat exposed with my asshole and pussy fully on display. Fortunately I had recently had my butt crack waxed as well as all my pussy fur. 

“Rub your clit.”

Wow!! This was amazing. My pussy was already wet and I could feel my slippery juices on my pussy lips. I used those juices to help my fingers slide all over my clit.

“Describe for me what you are doing.”

“I am rubbing my pussy with my fingers.”

“From now on, you will use the eord cunt to refer to your pussy. Tell me again what you are doing.”

“I am rubbing my clit anc cunt with my fingers.”

“Have you ever masturbated before?”

“Yes.”

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Several times a week.”

“Do you always come?”

“Yes, unless I’m interrupted.”

“Have you ever tasted your cunt juice?”

“Yes.”

“Insert your index and middle fingers into your cunt and get them really wet, then lick all of the juice off of them.”

I complied. I actually really enjoy the taste of my pussy…oops, cunt juice.

“Very good, now return to masturbating until you come.”

I thought he’d never ask. I was so turned on I knew it wouldn’t take long. I couldn’t believe how excited being so totally exposed was making me. There was something very exciting about having my asshole and cunt on display and doing something so private in front of an almost total stranger. I don’t think my clit had ever felt more sensitive and I could feel it swelling as well as my cunt lips.  I used my thumb on my clit and tried to reach my G spot (yes, I know where it is) with my index and middle fingers. I was moaning and breathing hard as I could feel my juices slowly dripping down my wrist. Then it happened. I came violently, squirting my cunt juice across the floor. It was almost as if I had pissed there was so much. 

“Stop and remove your fingers from your cunt.”

Oh damn. I was so hot I could have probably had several more orgasms. I collapsed on the floor lying in my rather large puddle. Fortunately he had clean, hard wood floors.

“You made quite a mess. Take off your shirt and wipe up that juice with your tits.”

What? Oh no! I immediately removed my white tank top exposing my tits and began rubbing them back and forth across the floor in the puddle. That’s not stimulating my nipples I thought sarcastically. It felt so good! 

“Well, that helped a little, but the floor’s still wet.” he said. “Pick up your tank top and use the front of it to clean up the rest of your mess, then put it and your shorts back on.”

Oh great. Now not only do I have slimey cunt juice all over my tits, but my shirt will be stained and damp as well. And, I reek of “sex smell.” 

Once I was dressed, he told me that we have one more task to complete. He said we need to take care of a small technical detail regarding his study project.”

“I have a form that I need you to sign agreeing to all of the procedures involved in completing our research study. You don’t need to read the form. It just grants us permission to perform any and all procedures involved in the completing of the project. It absolves us of any responsibility regarding any changes that may take place regarding your body or mental state. Please sign and date here.”

Wait!! This gives them total control over me. I’m not sure I’m okay with that just for a good grade. As it turned out, my feelings didn’t matter. My hand grabbed the pen and I signed, still under the effects of the compliance drug.

“We are done for this evening. You will take your things and drive home. On the way home, you will stop at Joe’s liquor store on 5th Go in and tell the clerk you would like a bottle of Angel’s Envy bourbon. It will cost you about $50. Here is forty. Hand the clerk the forty and ask if you can pay for the rest with a blow job. It’s very late, so chances are no one else will be in the store. I will call the store and let the clerk know you are on your way. He’s a friend of mine and I owe him a favor. After you have completed your transaction. Drive the rest of the way home. When you get home, drink as much ofvthe bourbon as you like and masturbate to your heart’s content. I know you still have several orgasms left in you.”

Obviously I had no choice in the matter. My brain and body followed his instructions completely.

Fortunately, Dave was right. The store was empty except for the clerk. Also, fortunately, he was a fairly descent looking, clean college student. 

“Hi! You must be Tika. Dave told me you’d be here to pick up some Angel’s Envy. That’ll be $51.45.”

“Oh, I only have these two twenties. Can I pay for the rest with a blow job?” That wasn’t embarassing. 

“I guess we can do that. Let me lock the door and we’ll go in the back. Take off that filthy tank top though. It smells!”

As I removed the top, exposing my tits, he walked to the door to lock it. Just then, another customer, a young woman entered. Oh no. 

“Good evening. I was just about to lock up, but come on in and get what you need. Tika, just wait there. This won’t take long, then we’ll see about that blow job. 

“She was just about to give you a blow job? Oh, okay. I’ll be quick.” said the young woman smiling.

She found the hard seltzer she was looking fir and paid for it frequently looking at me and clearly eying my tits. Again, not embarassing at all!!

As she paid for her purchase, she asked if the clerk (Paul according to his nametag) if she could watch him get his blow job.

“I haven’t had much experience and was thinking I might learn some new techniques.”

“Sure!” he said, “I don’t have a problem with that. You’re going to have to remove your top too. I think playing with those melons of yours might help with the process.”

She did have huge tits! I’m guessing maybe 37-38Ds. Paul then locked the door to the shop and we then went to the back room. 

Paul grabbed a chair and pulled it next to the desk chair in which he then sat. 

“Well,” he said, looking at the customer.

“Oh yeah, she said. She quickly removed her t-shirt. She was braless and her tuts jiggled as she exposed them and quickly sat down in the chair next to him. Her areolas were the largest I’ve ever seen and her nipples looked like she’d just come in from outside in January.

Paul unzipped his jeans, pulled tgem down to his ankles unveiling his flacid, but large dick. He then began fondling the customer’s tits and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“Get started bitch! On your knees!!” he ordered.

Feeling embarrased and very awkward, I got down on my knees and place both of my hands on his dick. It was already getting hard I guess from playing with the customer’s tits and anticipation. I started to put my lips on the tip when Paul interrupted.

“Stop. You’re not wearing any lipstick! I like to watch whores with red lips suck my cock! Do you have any?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“I do.” said the customer. “It’s in my bag.”

She went to the desk where she had placed her bag and retrieved a tube of lipstick. 

“Put it on her.” ordered Paul.

She opened the tube and turned it to extend the lipstick. I could see that it was a deep red. 

“Stand up bitch!” she ordered.

She then began to apply it to my lips. There was something very hot about this to me. A toppless, big titted, stranger applying red lipstick to my lips! I could feel my puss- (oops) cunt tingling and was pretty sure I was getting wet.

“While you’re at it,” Paul said, “decorate her nipples too.”

Talk about tingling!! I had never had lipstick smeared on my nips before. I had certainly had them played with, licked, pulled, pinched, etc. Sometimes even by another bitch, but this was a totally new and exciting experience for me. The feel of the waxy, red substance being rubbed on my sensitive nipples was amazing. I’m guessing you can guess where my right hand went. Yep, inside my pants and straight to my clit. I rubbed that damn thing furiously, then found my soaking wet cunt hole and got three fingers all up in there.

“Stop.” said Paul decisively. “As much as I’m enjoying seeing some horny bitch playing with tits, nipples snd lipstick, and some other hornier cunt furiously beating off, there’s more imporant work to be done. Your lips and nipples are whorishly red, albeit a little sloppy on the tits, so on your knees and get my blow job started!”

Damn! I was just about to squirt in my pants too! Oh well. I had no choice. Apparently Dave’s drug was still working. I got down on my knees, lightly grabbed Paul’s cock (which was now much harder and longer) with both hands and started using my red lips and my wet tongue on the tip. I made sure to pay special attention to the underside of the rim on the top side. I got his dick as juicy as I could with my spit and also continued to slide my hands up and down his shaft. His cock was so thick, I could not touch mu thumb with my first finger. 

There was a little pre-cum at the tip which I licked up. Paul was definitly enjoying my skill as he was making occasionally making moaning sounds and arching his back while mauling the customer’s tits. I tried to get as much if his dick in my mouth as I could, but it was too fat and too long. 

“Don’t swallow but don’t spill a drop.” ordered Paul. Uhmmmm, okay, so when he comes, which seemed like it would be soon, I’m going to have to try to keep all of that slimey white cream in my mouth?? Good to know. I would have gladly swallowed!

I continued pumping his cock with both hands and sucking and licking the tip for awhike. Paul was loving it, but I decided to speed things up a bit. I soaked my middle finger of my left hand, and started working it up his ass until I found that little “male G spot.” This was a technique I’d learned somwhere along the way. 

Apparently Paul had no problem with this and in fact, it did the trick. He arched his back and his cock got even harder and longer. His groans became longer and louder.

“Oh fuck yeah!!! Suck it all up you cunt. Keep those red whore lips wrapped around my dick. Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!”

Wow!!! I have never had such a load in my mouth! With the massive amount of cum, the size of his dick and the thrashing and thrusting when he came, it was all I could do to not spill a drop.

As Paul’s breathing slowly returned to normal, I kept my lips locked on to his cock. I could feel it slowly shrinking. Eventually, he pulled out and looked down at me. 

“Well, you’re quite the sight! Except for the lipstick smeared on your face, you look like a hamster who just filled her cheek pouches. Stand up.”

I rose to my feet and could then see myself in a mirror on the wall. He was right. With my matching crimson lips and nipples, my messed up hair, and my puffed out cheeks full of cum, I was quite a sight! The customer, her right tit still clenched in Paul’s left hand, could not take her eyes off me.

“Slowly let my delicious cum dribble from your lios. As it begins to drip down your chin on to your chest, spread it all over your tits. Be careful though, not to smear your nipple color too much. They look quite nice.”

I slightly parted my lips and could feel the slimey liquid begin to dribble doen my chin. As it began to drip on to my tits, I used both hands to smear the cum all over. Soon my boobs were glistening. 

When I had almost emptied all of Paul’s cum from my mouth, Paul gave me a new order.

“Spread what’s left on your face and in your hair!” 

I spit the remaining cum into the palms of my hands and began giving my self a “facial” and styling my hair with the sticky goo. 

“When you leave here, I want you to look like the cock sucking whore that you are.” Paul said as he laughed.

“May I leave now?” asked the customer.

“Oh, why of course you may. Hope you enjoyed yourself and the show!”

“Oh, I did. I’ve got some unfinished business to take care of at home with a cucuember.” she said as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. 

“You may put your tank top back on.” Paul told me as he finished zipping up.

I noticed in the mirror, that even with my tank top on, my nipples were clearly vusible. More so than normal thanks to the lipstick. Also, thanksvto the large arm holes and low neckline, the still glistening cum was definitely visible. 

“Tou may go now. You’re welcome to come back anytime you want the same discount.” said Paul with a wink and a smike.

I grabbed my bottle and took off. I couldn’t wait to get home either. I was extremely horny snd needed to take care of myself. 

When I arrived back at my apartment building, a group of girls were going into the lobby at the same time. I could feel their stares. 

“Wow! Some guy got lucky tonight.” I heard one of them say. 

“Yeah, but her skin is going to look great tomorrow!”