If you have not read part one I would recommend that you do first, otherwise much of this will not make sense:
https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1011894
The Department of Biochemistry was located in a squat, grey, nondescript building, tucked away in the northeast corner of the campus. It was usually much quieter than some of the larger departments but on this damp, drizzly morning there was a long queue of young women waiting patiently outside the main entrance. They were a disparate group, representing every skin colour, hair colour, shape and size conceivable. This was by design, not by accident, as would be explained. Having that many students bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at this early hour was an achievement in itself and when the door was unlatched by a porter just before eight they were grateful to shuffle past her, out of the cold, each pausing briefly for a name check and a tick off the list. “Straight up the stairs girls, head right and take a seat in the lecture theatre”.
They sat in rows, in a big arc stretching above the lectern where Professor Jane Wilkins took her place to open the session. “Welcome ladies, and thank you all for giving your time for this important project, investigating the Fazia effect and which female characteristics determine how strong it is”.
The Fazia effect, named after the woman had discovered it. Fazia had caught an escaped man in her bathroom, late one evening when she was about to crawl into bed with her girlfriend. He had been into her laundry basket and helped himself to the panties that she had been wearing all day. He looked pale, and weak, and was gasping for breath and the two of them thought it safe to have some fun with him. It was a bit cruel in hindsight but it seemed funny at the time. They dragged him into the bedroom, pinned him down and put the knickers over his face. He was panting helplessly under the weight then a strange thing happened. He suddenly gained strength and the colour returned to his cheeks. Muscles now bulging he fought them off with ease and his cock, which they had not even noticed before was proudly erect and actually pulsing.
It was a close run thing, the two of them trapped in the room by an aroused, unpredictable man, barring the door and preventing their escape. Fortunately they managed to summon a security team who subdued him, and to be sure they made him safe by beating him off till it subsided. Second only to the bewilderment about his sudden recovery was the volume of cum that he ejaculated. This was the dawn of the discovery of the effect of the feminine aroma on men. As yet it was still poorly understood but there was no mistaking it, and the effect was far more potent than that which women derived from cum. It was later established that the aggression was unrelated to the Fazia effect and this man had a history of such behaviour.
The introductory talk over, it was time to head to the labs to begin the study. After some debate (and no small measure of indignation) Pollyanna had been assigned to the “blonde, petite” group (strawberry blonde is not a thing, they had said - hah!) and made her way as instructed to room 1.3a. The lab assistant, a 2nd year student like herself, ushered her in and explained the procedure. A naked man was strapped on his back on a low, narrow bench. He was wired up to various monitors, displaying their results on a bank of holoscreens floating to one side. At the head end, on either side of the bench, were some leg and knee rests, which would keep Pollyanna comfortable during the study. There was no seat, because she would be sitting on his face. “It’s OK, you can keep your skirt on. It’s the ones who don’t read the instructions and turn up in jeans - so awkward! Anyway, the first part is really easy, if you could just climb up and make yourself comfortable, yes, face towards the head end this time. Say, you’re really cute, I’ll leave you my locator code if you want to come round for sex later”.
Pollyanna stepped over his chest then knelt in the leg rests - so soft and comfortable - and lowered herself gently onto his face. “Oh, you’re so gentle with him. It’s alright for this bit, the bouncing and grinding comes later. That’s it, make sure his nose is right into your pussy. Right, did you bring your book or screen? You’re going to be there for an hour and it gets boring otherwise. Okay, just make sure his nose doesn’t get any fresh air at all, everything through your knickers please. Other than that just ignore him, have a little snooze if you like. I’ll be monitoring his vitals then at the end I’ll wank him off, take some samples then you can go and have a coffee before part two. No rush as I need time to turn the platforms round as it’s bum to face next time. No cumshots till we’re done please, it skews the results”.
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Miss Francesca will see you in her quarters, 5 minutes please. Alison repeated the words under her breath in a mocking tone as the door closed behind the PA. Since when does an eighteen year old have “quarters”? Or a PA for that matter. Well she knew what this was going to be about, it didn’t take a genius to work that one out. So little Princess Francesca is going to try and get Mummy to fire me. In Alison’s humble opinion Francesca was a haughty, spoilt, stuck up little rich bitch. She much preferred the older one, she was more normal. Let’s face it she wasn’t above a spell of milking cocks for a living. OK, here goes, may as well start looking for a new job.
“Leave us”
The PA nodded and made her exit, closing the door quietly behind her. Francesca was sitting casually on the cream sofa at one end of her living room, the other being occupied by a mahogany desk, the centrepiece of her office space, illuminated by the morning light streaming through the large bay window overlooking the eastern gardens of the estate. Behind her was the door to her bedroom suite. No invitation to sit then, don’t suppose this will take too long. The girl was still in her dressing gown, shoulder-length brunette locks ran down to below her shoulders, still wavy and wet after the shower that she had unexpectedly needed after breakfast. The front of her dressing gown was just open enough for the inner curves of her breasts to be visible.
“It’s about this morning”
Here goes.
“I’m sorry miss”, urgh, why do I have to grovel to this brat - oh yeah, I need the money, “I am so sorry, really sorry, I’ve spoken to her already, she’s just learning, please…”
“I liked it!” Francesca blurted urgently.
“Huh?”
“I liked it when you kissed me”
“I didn’t, I swear”
“Liar liar, pants on fire, yes, you did, course you did, and I don’t mind”.
Then Francesca began to blush crimson, and turned her eyes towards the floor. “And I liked it when he spunked over me”
“What, no come on Fran..miss…you can’t say things like that”.
“I did, and when I got back up here I didn’t get straight in the shower, I wanked myself silly first, then I came so hard I nearly bit my tongue off”.
Alison didn’t know what to say next. If Vanessa heard her daughter talking like this she’d go nuts, and guess who would get the blame. She’d probably fire poor Lucy as well, poor kid really needed this job too.
Francesca seemed to get over her acute embarrassment, now that the confession was out. She looked up at Alison with determination in her eyes now.
“I want it to happen again. I want you to take me to the stable, late at night. I want lots of them to do it, all at once, on my knees surrounded by them”.
“Are you out of your mind?”
Alison put her thumb and forefinger to her forehead and frowned earnestly. Think kiddo, you’ve got to talk her out of this.
“Have you any idea how dangerous that would be, do you know what else they can do with those cocks, they could attack us - they would attack us, nobody would know, nobody would come and help…”
“I’ll have sex with you!”, the girl exclaimed, then lowered her voice, and her head and looked up at Alison, “you can do anything you want”.
She shifted her position, the dressing gown falling open. A brief but delicious glimpse of two puffy nipples then she covered herself again.
God I’d love to fuck this little cunt! What an offer, but it’s such a crazy idea..oh fuck it, you only live once.
Alison had her own secret desire to visit the stable during the night, and had spent many a lonely night imagining all sorts of disgusting and depraved scenarios, each of which featured her and a group of stable boys, but it had always just been outrageous fantasy, not something that you would seriously consider.
“OK, I’ll do it. Say, you might want to think carefully about your offer, I can be very imaginative you know, I didn’t end up in a job like this by living in a convent. And I want the girls too…Lucy and Laura…they get to have you as well…all three of us. Anything we want”.
“Anything”.
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