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Subject: {ASSM} RESEARCH PROJECT: M   Chapter Two (F, solo, hypno)
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RESEARCH PROJECT: M - Chapter Two (F, solo, hypno)
By callipigiman-*AT*-hotmail.com
Copyright (C) 2002 by the author

Author's Note -- This story is sexual in nature. If you don't like sex
stories, or are under age 18, you should head on down the road and
find something else to pass your time.

Please do not repost in other fora without my permission. Do not
include in collections (profit or non-profit) without my permission.

We who write thrive on your comments and recognition of what we have
created. Drop me a note at the address above (but be sure to replace
-*AT*- with the @ symbol) with your constructive criticism, your
kudos, or even your dislikes. Suggestions for further stories also
considered. Enjoy the show.

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***Yet again, to Melissa, the inspirer of the story.
***You make my nights very interesting,
***and my fantasies almost more than I can bear.
***Grazie, cara mia!***

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Chapter Two

Melissa sat in her car, taking deep, shuddering breaths as her body
trembled with guilt, fear, and a lust she did not want to acknowledge.
She stared at her hands, clutching the steering wheel with
white-knuckled intensity, unable to reach down to start the car and
drive home.

What had she done? Why had she done it? What had come over her?

Her head was still spinning, and a vision formed in her mind's eye:
her hands curled around a pair of throbbing, heated black cocks. She
moaned and squirmed on the seat, shaking her head and desperately
trying to drive the illicit feelings away.

I'm married, happily married, to a wonderful man, she thought. How
could I betray him like that? How could I play with myself in front of
two black men I don't even know? How could I masturbate with them
watching me? Dear god...

Her head dropped onto the steering wheel and hot tears flowed down her
cheeks. She felt like the most common whore on the street, the way she
had been acting in Dr. Olakayude's office. And they had known,
somehow, that she toyed in secret with fantasies about hard-bodied,
well-endowed black men. Known, and used that knowledge somehow to get
inside her defenses and send her spiraling back to her high school and
early college days.

God, she hadn't given serious thought to her life before Kevin for
ages! Why did it surface now, when she thought she had locked her wild
behavior away for good? Why now, and why her specific fantasies and
lusts for black men?

Melissa groaned as she thought about her beloved husband finding out
about what she had done. He would be tremendously hurt and betrayed.
On top of that, she would have to finally confess to the life she had
enjoyed before she met him: days filled with school and clandestine
sex, and nights full of partying and open "liberated sexuality". And
that, she believed, would kill him. He had thought her a virgin on
their wedding night, and she had tried very hard to act like one.

Her mind swirled with reminiscences of her "foolish youth", memories
of when she was not committed to one single wonderful man, but to the
pleasing of her many lovers and her own desires...

...The drum major for the band at her high school, taking her cherry
under the stars on the football field.

...Her best friend seducing her (willingly!) after a long week at
girl's camp when she was 15, and how that swelled the last night of
camp when they had instigated what became a lesbian orgy, including a
number of the staff.

...Her guidance counselor sliding his cock into her virgin ass, slowly
and surely guiding her on the road to loving sex, and teaching her how
to suck cock well too.

...The party after homecoming her senior year, when she first enjoyed
multiple male partners.

...Countless orgasms racking her body, myriad loads of sperm spraying
in her mouth, on her face, her breasts, her belly, her pussy, her ass,
her legs, even her feet...

"Ohhhhh," Melissa moaned as she leaned back against the leather seat
in her car. Her hands came off the steering wheel and slid between her
legs. Her pussy, uncovered since she had left her thong in Dr.
Olakayude's office, was sopping wet from the recollection of
thrusting, probing, wild, untamed, youthful, lust-crazed fucking and
sucking.

"Mmmmmmnnnaaaahhhhh!!!" she squealed as she pushed a finger between
the puffy folds of her cunt, and began pumping it in and out.

At the same time she pulled her other hand up to twirl around her
throbbing clit. The electric jolts of pleasure poured through her,
jolting more visions of her untamed past to the surface...

...College days, and the men and women who led her down the road of
pleasure, and taught her the joys of uninhibited sexuality.

...Her first "adult" boyfriend, who turned her on to bondage &
discipline, keeping her for six weeks as his willing sexual slave--and
an unbelievable number of orgasms in an incredibly short time.

...Her very first time with a black man, and the way she had
"betrayed" her sorority sisters to his charms, turning at least five
of them into his very happy "girls" (as well as becoming a sometime
lesbian lover for most of them herself).

...One incredible week at a ski lodge in Vermont with six friends, and
the multitude of couplings that ensued, and her introduction to some
very kinky games, including her first taste of being a Domme.

...And orgasms, so many, so varied, so intense, mostly spilled
somewhere on her body, but a small number willingly allowed to fill
her tight, young pussy with sizzling cum, somewhat more let to flood
her bowels with the same sticky juices...

The dreams of the years when she lived for sexual pleasure were
overpowering. Melissa masturbated with an undeniable urgency of lust
she had not felt since she had fallen in love with her husband.  She
reveled in the flow of delight through her body.

She pinched her aching clit between thumb and forefinger, twisting it
almost painfully, gasping as she did so. Her other hand worked wildly,
three digits now shoving wetly in and out of her pussy, the scent of
her overheated cunt filling her Corolla. The windows had fogged, which
was just as well as her bucking form might have drawn attention.

...Two substantial, glistening black cocks dangled in front of her
face, and she hungrily opened her mouth, taking them in, suckling on
the spongy heads as she listened to the voices of the Negro owners
saying obscene things to her, cumming as they filled her mouth with
sweet, steamy seed...

Melissa wailed as she climaxed, the wave of bliss rolling over her
like the motion of the sea, swelling and subsiding, then swelling up
even higher to crash and drench and drain away. As she imagined those
black cocks filling her belly, orgasms stabbed through her, one after
the other.

Vaguely, deep in her mind, she acknowledged that she had not had such
pleasure in the years of her marriage. It was always and only during
the feral sex of her younger days that she experienced multiple
orgasms. Now, thinking about those glorious black cocks...

She exploded again in one great, heaving climax that left her spent
and panting for breath. She lay back and closed her eyes, her legs
spread, her pussy displayed to anyone who might have peered through
steamy windows.

A little smile played across her lips.

     *  *  *  *

Melissa woke with a start when someone tapped on the window. Opening
her eyes and turning her head, she saw a concerned face, obscured
somewhat by the fogged glass, looking in at her.

She rolled the window down.

"Are you okay, doctor?" the security man asked, his face expressing
concern at finding one of the hospital staff sitting in a cold car
after dark. His eyes grew wide when he shone his flashlight in the car
and realized that the woman was sitting with her legs splayed wide,
and no panties! He hit his head against the window frame standing up
and looking away.

"Yes, ummmm, yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, it was a long day and I put my
head back to relax and must have drifted off." Melissa smiled at the
officer with an almost wicked grin, and he was surprised to see her
look him up and down, almost as if she were undressing him with her
eyes.

"Well, I wanted to check ma'am," he said uncertainly. "We had a report
that someone was screaming over here about an hour ago."

"Screaming? Oh that would have been me. I was--working out
frustrations!"

"Ahhh, well, uhhh, if everything is okay then," he said hesitantly.

"Yes, fine, thank you." Melissa reached down to grip the key and start
the car. "Thank you for your concern, officer, but everything is just
fine."

"I'm glad to hear it, then. Buonnotte!" 

Something clicked in Melissa's head, and her eyes went glassy for a
moment. Then she let out an embarrassed yelp. The security man saw her
struggling to pull down her skirt, as if she had just realized that
she was on display during her conversation.

"D-did you s-say something, officer?" She looked--different, somehow.
She looked very confused, and mortified.

"Uh, I just wished you good night, doctor. In Italian, my family is
Italian, I know lots of little stuff like that. I hope that didn't
surprise you or anything."

"No, no. I just--good night!" Her whole demeanor was different now,
like she was scared or ashamed.

The officer stepped back as she slammed the car into reverse and
zipped back out of the parking space. The gears ground a little as she
found first and roared out of the parking lot, leaving the bewildered
young man standing, watching her go.

He memorized the license plate, just in case, and jotted it down later
in his notebook. He harrumphed as he considered that this lady
wouldn't have been the first doctor on staff to dip into the hospital
supplies. She certainly acted weirdly enough. He'd have to keep an eye
on her.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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