Abby lifted her head and propped herself up on her elbow as she looked at me. With her free hand, she carefully removed the sensors that were still attached to my chest, as well as the one remaining on her belly. “You know,” she said, as she delicately untwisted and removed the sensor attached to my cock, “we’ve already blown the money. Let’s not waste the rest of this time.” She leaned in and kissed me.
Then she slid over on top of me, straddling my waist. She reached over and grabbed one of the massage oil bottles again. She turned it over and dumped the remaining oil down her chest and onto mine. Then she leaned forward and began sliding up and down on top of me, our bodies so covered in oil that she move frictionlessly. As her legs and pelvis slid up and down over my cock, I could feel the blood already returning, my erection growing. After a minute of this incredible full body massage, I was once again as hard as a rock. As she slid down, my cock slid between her legs and up between her ass cheeks, halting her progress. No longer able to slide down, she moved from side to side, squeezing and sliding my cock between her legs Then she’d slide up again, letting my cock fall back onto my stomach, only to lift it up again on her way back down.
Eventually, she reached back with her hand, grabbed my cock, and guided it inside of her. Once it was all the way in, she sat up. Placing her hands on my chest to support herself, she began grinding her hips into my cock. I put my hands on her hips, still slick with oil, and felt the rhythm of her movements. Otherwise, I stayed still, content to let her do all the work, admiring the stunning beauty of her glistening, oil-soaked body and the skill and confidence of her movements.
Steadily she increased her pace and began to moan more frequently. After five minutes or so, she sat all the way back, resting her hands on my thighs, and she continued to grind her hips into me. I reached forward and fondled her breasts, sliding my hands up and down her chest. By now, even her hair was covered in the oil, much of it plastered against her face, but it somehow made her look even more sexy and wild. She was just so beyond caring at that point, so lost in her own lust.
And then, abruptly, she stood up, letting my cock slide out of her. She stood over me, a foot on each side of me, and extended me a hand, clearly indicating that she wanted me to stand too. As soon as I was up, she grabbed me around the waist, turned me 90 degrees and then push me in the chest. I fell back into the leather recliner I’d started the session in. Then she crawled onto the seat with me, straddling me, her knees on either side of me, and deftly lowered herself down onto my cock.
As soon as I was inside her, she put her arms around my neck and began to move, pistoning up and down on my cock. Her breasts were right in face, and I took each of them into my mouth in turn. Eventually she lowered her lips to mine and we began kissing again, passionately. I could tell from her increasingly urgent motions and noises that she was nearing another orgasm, which was good, because I was too.
As she neared climax, she stopped kissing me and leaned forward until her mouth was near my right ear. She began whispering in my ear, “oh, Jake, I love your cock… it’s so deep inside me, Jake… you’re gonna make me come on your cock again… oh god… oh god…” She was almost there. “Oh god… I want you to come inside me, Jake… it’s okay… oh fuck… oh my god… here it comes… oh god… oh god… oh god…” Then she came hard, nearly crushing my neck with her arms as she shuddered and convulsed. I came too, grabbing her hips tightly as I released everything I had inside of her.
When we finally came to a stop, we both looked over at the clock on the door. 58 minutes and counting. It was time to get cleaned up and face the music. We did our best to wipe the oil off with the single hand towel on the cart and a lot of tissues, but there was only so much we could do. Before I hit the button on the wall, I looked over at Abby. “Moment of truth. Are you sure we shouldn’t try to lie about this?”
She shook her head. “No, let’s go out with dignity.” We looked at each other, at how ridiculous we both looked, clad in hospital gowns with oil-soaked hair and skin, and we burst out laughing. We looked liked we both just escaped from the insane asylum.
“I don’t think there’s much dignity left to preserve,” I said, once I stopped laughing, “but I take your point. Let’s at least take the honorable path.” I reached out my right hand and we shook. Then I pressed the button.
In the debrief with Dr. Carter, I didn’t even wait for her to ask the question I knew was coming. I just came out with it, telling her that we’d violated the protocol and made physical contact. She didn’t seem terribly surprised by my disclosure. She just asked me to describe the entire encounter, from the beginning, sparing no detail. So I did. I told the entire story, and as I did so, the surreal eroticism of the experience really started to hit home. Just describing it made me once again rock hard, and I could tell that Dr. Carter herself was getting a little hot under the collar. She was paying virtually no attention to the readout of the polygraph. And while she tried to maintain her poker face, there were moments where it cracked, and I could tell that my story was turning her on.
When I was finally done, she thanked me for my candor and told me I could go. She told me to go ahead and show up on Friday morning and that we’d have a final discussion then. I took that to mean that I was kicked out of the study, but that the details would be worked out when I came in on Friday.
THE LAST DAY
When I showed up on Friday morning, I was not taken to an exam room and asked to change, as I had been in every prior session. Instead, Dr. Carter came and led me into the lecture hall where the introductory meeting was held on Day 1. A few minutes later, Dr. Snyder entered the room, followed by Abby. When she saw me, we briefly made eye contact and she flashed me a quick smile, which I reciprocated. Abby took a seat in the same row as me, about five seats over. I was certain we were both about to be told that we wouldn’t be completing the study or receiving our $10, 000.
But then something I wasn’t expecting happened. The door opened and Dr. Kaur stepped into the room. She winked at me as she walked to the front of the room. Right behind her was one of the male faculty I’d seen at the intro meeting, though I didn’t know his name. He was young and broad-shouldered. A handsome guy. He looked right at Abby and smiled in a knowing way. When I looked over at her, she blushed.
When all four of the faculty members, all wearing their lab coats and carrying clipboards, had made it to the front of the room, Dr. Snyder finally broke the silence, “Jake, Abby, first of all, I want to thank you for volunteering for this study and for all the time and effort you’ve put into it.” He didn’t sound at all upset with us.