Sex Trainer for Hire Pt. 09

"James, I'm not under the influence of a drug, except the one most doctors call 'lust.' So, there would be nothing for you to regret, if you just allowed Brenda to sleep off the 'truth serum' dose I gave her. Although you could give Thor some latitude about getting sexual release with a better trained pair of lips! After all, it's been a few days since I've had a chance to give you a sex checkup and assess your progress toward proper sexual fulfillment."

Her smile was inviting. It certainly sounded like an open invitation to root around in her flower garden while Brenda slept!

I was okay with that. It was going to be consensual. The doctor was game. And I was a wanton hunter still in need. Thor found his way across the room and into her open, inviting mouth for some all-around lip service. It also gave us a couple of hours together of front and backdoor delight. It seemed that reward was the least she could do, for having put me into a moral dilemma making decision exercise, as a test subject in her next, new book.

As my cock was buried deeply in her throat, I couldn't help but wonder if Teresa Anne was really at the university--or, just upstairs in the editing suite capturing footage of the three-person action going on in the living room below. After about two minutes of tongue, that thought leaked away from the reasoning portion of my brain and I found myself with my eyes closed. Instead of reasoning, I was jamming Thor down the doctor's well-trained throat as my reward for being a nice, morally conscious, young man.

After she swallowed the first bursts of cum, the doctor admitted that my continued erection was due to a little extra ingredient she slipped into my tea for some added stiffness. She hadn't lied to me--just bent the truth somewhat when she mentioned it was prepared the way Teresa Anne like it made for me, she said. Teresa Anne, it turns out, did like slipping something into my drinks to keep me nice and stiff for her amusement! I was hard enough, after unloading down her throat still, to drill those other two orifices until the good doctor cried out in exquisite, heart-thumping resolutions. I took delight in knowing she was paying dearly for that particular chapter in her next book. I gave her my most vigorous workouts in both holes.

Brenda slowly came back to a groggy awareness after the first hour. It took some skirting-the-truth explanation, but she got over the initial shock of seeing me plowing the doctor. At first, she was rattled to see the doctor and me naked. More so as I drove my cock in and out of the doctor's ass. It was very interesting and quite educational listening to the doctor smoothly explaining to Brenda how that 'exotic tea' she drank had been known to have some side effects for some individuals--Brenda, as an example.

During the doctor's explanation, Brenda looked down, and gasped as she became aware that she was also naked. The good doctor also assured her that it was only a side effect of becoming too warm to stay dressed. "Good thing for you..." the doctor huffed between Thor's lunges, "...that you were already acquainted with getting your pussy eaten by James...or you would be...feeling some embarrassment." Having said that, the doctor then expounded on Brenda's nudity.

In a relatively quiet moment, she whispered into my ear, that she was implanting an innocuous thought about nudity being perfectly acceptable when Brenda and I were together. I smiled at that, thinking I should be making a list of things for the good doctor to add to Brenda's receptiveness. Leaning forward, I gave the doc's undulating breasts a couple of firm nipple squeezes and a gentle grating between my teeth. A reward she really likes!

Brenda, wide-eyed and smiling, readily took in and enjoyed her opportunity to observe my pummeling of the doctor in various positions. She was highly interested in those requiring the doctor's maximum participation. In the sexual lulls and those requiring less of her effort, the doctor explained to Brenda that she could expect to observe and document responses of the incest subjects in the study. As a research assistant, the doctor pointed out, she would have a great 'leg up' in her college courses. Brenda was quickly getting over her initial anxieties about documenting naked people's reactions to sexual responses.

At that moment, I recognized the chance to correct my faux pas about the video recordings Brenda became alarmed over. "Doc, tell her why you record, ah, video record the interactions between them. Brenda had some mixed feelings about that when I mentioned you recorded... some portions of their interviews."

I watched the doctor's open mouth turn into a sly smile as I gently slipped my cock back into her generously lubricated cunt once again and kept a slow, methodical in and out stroking. It was her Cheshire cat look. One that hinted at layers of secrets behind it.

"Brenda, honey, teaching doctors is a bit tricky! You can write all kinds of books with meticulous verbiage, but every doctor will interpret those differently. Given a visual image of the love between mothers and sons allows them to pick up on all those little nuances of love that writing volumes about just cannot capture. After all, learning requires a combination of senses and the best learning includes: tactile or touching, writing and reporting for synthesis, and of course there are all of those visual learners that acquire an understanding via views of how something is done.

In this case we record those intimate acts for the doctors' edification. You've heard the expression, probably, 'A picture is worth a thousand words?' Well a well-produced video does that a thousand fold!" she gasped out as I felt another resolution constricting her tummy muscles in small quivers and spasms. The grasp of her vaginal muscles around my cock felt really good as her head pulled back and her eyes locked shut. The doctor was through with lecturing--for the moment. Her body needed to recover before she continued.

"Someday," she allowed, as her mind refocused on the topic, "those doctors will be out working on cases and helping moms and sons, or other combinations of family members, all because of the work you will be helping to collect and analyze. For some... it's a calling!"

Under the doctor's continued questioning about her sexual proclivities, Brenda strenuously maintained her lie to the doctor--she had never participated in sex before I'd eaten her cunt under the table, yesterday afternoon. The doctor and I both smiled at that acknowledgement. We left Brenda unaware she had revealed the ménage à trois 'secret' between her, her mom, and her grandmother under the hypnotic drug, Scopolamine.

Although Brenda seemed to be recovering well from her bout with the truth serum, the good doctor recommended that she only engage in observations for the moment. Apparently, there are some residual effects of the drug that can last for up to twenty-four hours. The doctor didn't want any memory mapping events to imprint on her frontal lobe by accident. "Not going to turn Brenda into a hypnotic sex machine, right?" she whispered into my ear for confirmation, at one point in our fuck fest.

In response, I stabbed my dick into the doctor's cunny as wickedly hard as I could; while I whispered in reply, "Some other day, then!" While proceeding to pound her puss vociferously, extracting some measure of pleasure for having tested me with her staged moral dilemma testing.

The good doctor and Thresa Anne would certainly be plotting a strategy to wriggle the threesome story out of her, at some point, and make it part of the incest dissertation study. From Brenda's saucer-sized eyes and quickening breathing, I suspect it would not be too long before she would ask the doc for a birth control plan. Thor would be glad to assist with any follow ups Brenda needed after that plan; I was sure.

Those two hours of robust sex and demonstrations for Brenda's training, left my hips as tender as a twenty-mile marathon. It also meant Brenda had to develop an extended cover story for her mom as to why she was late coming home from school today. Dr. Fukhert wrote her a 'doctor's excuse for a physical exam' to present to her mom.

Hope she wasn't grounded over that non-mom sanctioned 'exam'--she is eighteen after all!

Hiring a Sexpert Trainer EP 09

by Donald Mallord

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