The Resonance Ch 26

I do a lot of business with executives in the various companies I sell to, but I also interact with people further down the food chain as well. That's where the actual work is done, and the details and hammering them out in practical terms puts me in contact with a variety of different people. Not all of those people are interesting, but some are, and this day I was working out some details with a woman who was every bit of interesting. Specifically, she was beautiful.

She was Black, her skin a lovely chocolate hue with just a hint of red in it. She was pretty curvy and her blouse revealed an eyeful of cleavage so that it was hard not to look at her chest. Her hair had those multiple thick braids that make her hair look like there are a bunch of ropes hanging down. In a good way. I've always been intrigued by Black women and the kinds of things they do with their hair. I like some better than others, but it is always interesting. I liked this woman's hair a lot. I wanted to touch it and see what it felt like, though I think that's considered bad form by pretty much everyone.

Her name was Camille. She was friendly and helpful, and I liked working with her. She was sharp and competent as well as friendly, which is a great combination. And, like I said, she was pretty.

I was standing next to her while she worked on her computer. We were going over details of the contract I had sold her boss. I was not quite as focused on the work as she was. I was thinking she smelled nice and wondered what those luscious lips would feel like wrapped around my cock.

I connected with her through the resonance and was surprised to feel how her sexual awareness and her sexual arousal were both already noticeable. Of course, I gently raised both even more. It's what I do, right? I had never spent any time with her, so would have no reason to believe she liked me or was attracted to me, but she did seem to be quite receptive to my efforts.

She was certainly sexually aware and sexually aroused after about ten minutes of my efforts. In fact, she was quite horny. And not entirely unrelated, I was, too. Although I am pretty easily aroused, I cannot actually just increase my own arousal. I can pick up on the arousal of others quite well, though, so as I tapped into her arousal, mine went up, too.

That's not the only thing that went up. Well down, actually. My cock was becoming turgid and was pushing against my slacks in a way that was noticeable, pushing out on the fabric in an effort to go up. It looked a bit like a banana in my slacks.

Camille's arousal was making it difficult for her to focus and after she looked over and noticed my cock straining to be free, it got a lot more difficult. She turned her head away quickly but shot glances at it while she tried to work. Soon it was clear that she was making less of an effort to hide her interest and she was just turning to stare. I'm certain it was unconscious, but once she even licked her lips.

I finally said, "You can take a look at him if you want. He's quite friendly."

She looked up at me then, but only for a moment. She looked at the bulge in my pants, then up at me again. She said, "Are you sure?"

I just smiled. She looked down again, then reached over to lightly stroke my cock through the cloth of my slacks. She grasped it, getting an idea of what it felt like then looked up again. When she looked back down this time, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped the fly. When she slid the slacks down my cock, finally free, bounced up and out. She jerked her head back in surprise, but never took her eyes off it.

"Oh, Lord! You are magnificent!"

By now she was solely focused on my cock and not looking up at me at all. She was talking to it, not to me. She cupped my balls with her hand, weighing them for a moment before sliding her hand up to grasp the base of my cock. She squeezed it, releasing a drop of clear fluid at the tip. She touched it with her finger, creating a gossamer thread when she pulled it away.

I'd also made a few other adjustments, as you might have anticipated, so when she touched her finger to her tongue, she found the taste very much to her liking.

"Mmmm."

She stuck her tongue out to taste a bit more, but I said, "If we are going to do this, I think we should do it right."

She looked up at me, puzzled and concerned. "Am I doing something wrong?"

I said, "No, but you can't do a proper blow job with your shirt on. Especially when you have such pretty tits."

Once she realized she was not doing anything wrong and that she was not going to be denied the object of her desire, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. A moment later and she had removed her bra and set her tits free. They were full and shapely and swung just the slightest with her movement.

"Absolutely lovely! Now, isn't that better?"

She looked up at me and smiled. It was clear she liked having her tits admired but then she got right back to work on licking the tip of my cock, trying to get a bit more of the pre-cum she had tasted before. Seeing her full lips wrap themselves around the head and then seeing her cheeks draw in as she sucked on it was a visual delight. Again, she made a satisfied "Mmmm" as she tasted me.

She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, licking as she sucked. She was totally into it and that added a lot to the experience for me as well. Both because she was truly enjoying the sensation of having my cock in her mouth and because I could tell that she was picking up on my pleasure through the resonance. I reached down to grasp her nipples and rolled and pinched them between my thumbs and forefingers. She had very sensitive nipples and I could feel her pleasure through the resonance. She liked it a lot, so I liked it pretty well, too. Plus, I love to feel and pinch nipples. I'm not sure why that is so satisfying but it is.

I decided that it was probably okay to touch her hair since she had my cock in her mouth. The ropes of braided hair were about as big around as my little finger, but they were a lot softer than I thought they would be. The texture was actually quite pleasant. I put my hands on either side of her head, my fingers entwined in her braids. She had been working on the head of my cock for some minutes now, and it was a delightful experience, but I wanted to encourage her to get more of me in her mouth. And perhaps her throat. Because reasons.

Holding her head, I pulled her toward me, sliding her lips closer and closer to my belly as I slid my cock deeper into her mouth. Of course, she did not know that she no longer had a gag reflex, but I had already taken care of that, so I was able to slide all the way into her throat without causing her any distress at all. Soon she had her nose pressed against my belly.

It felt wonderful. It looked pretty good, too, her lush lips stretched around the base of my cock. I allowed myself to revel in the experience for a few moments before I pulled her off me. She seemed to enjoy the sensation of me deep in her throat and the experience of being able to get me all the way in, proud that she could do it. She also picked up on my pleasure and shared that with me, but I was also picking up on something else. There is something somewhat submissive about having a man grab your head and shove his cock down your throat and she was relishing that aspect of this as well. I pushed her down again.

Not for the first time, I found that her submissiveness made me feel more dominant. Her being excited about my power made me feel more powerful, which in turn excited her even more. I am generally happy to let women who are sucking my cock do it however they like. Especially with the resonance, since they can tell what feels good to me and are motivated to do that for their sake as well as mine.

However, in this situation it seemed like a win-win if I was to take control. She slipped out of her chair and positioned herself on her knees in front of me. She grabbed my hips as I shoved her head forward and back, essentially fucking myself with her head. My passion and hers increased as I sped up and became more forceful with my efforts and soon I was vigorously face-fucking this young woman. Her tits were animated as well, adding a delightful visual component to an incredible sensory one. When I finally discharged in her mouth I filled it. I pushed her over so that she had a powerful orgasm of her own on the heels of mine. It did not take much pushing; she was already close just from her own experience and picking up on mine. I held her head as she struggled to prevent the semen from leaking out of the sides of her mouth. Something she did with some, but not complete, success.

Eventually the twitching, jerking, and pulsing of my cock began to subside, and Camille managed to swallow what she had in her mouth. When I released her head, she continued to suck gently on the head of my cock, trying to get any last bit of what I had in there. When she was convinced that she had it all, she pulled off and used her fingers to collect what had leaked down onto her tits. She licked her fingers clean, clearly marveling at how good it tasted to her.

My cock was still hard. I pulled her to her feet, then pushed her over, face first, onto her desk. Her tits squished out a little on both sides. I pulled her skirt down, exposing her dainty panties and her round ass, then pulled her panties down and exposed the rest of her. The puffy seam of her swollen labia glistened with her juices. I slipped my middle finger between them and slid it up and down a couple times. This opened her up enough to see the pink of her inner lips, a delightful contrast with the warm brown of her skin. It also elicited another moan from Camille.

Her head was turned to the left, allowing me to see her profile so even if I had not felt the thrill she experienced through the resonance I would have seen it on her face. The aroma of her arousal was as good as any perfume and when I tasted her on my finger, I was again impressed at how much Susan's adjustments to my sense of taste enhanced my experience.

I lined my cock up to her wet slit and shoved it in. Pretty aggressively, to be honest. She was not loose by any means, but as wet as she was, one hard push and I was bottomed out. My balls swung and slapped her clit. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth formed an 'O' as I pounded into her. I kept pounding, grabbing her by the hips and railing her for all I was worth.

Having just discharged, I was able to keep this up for some time. By the time I was ready to climax again, Camille had pretty much gone limp, a rag doll that I was fucking the living shit out of. She had one orgasm after another, riding out four of them before I reached my own. When I did, I thrust into her as deep as I could and began to pump her full. When I was finally still, my cock no longer pulsing, she turned to look back at me. I was tired, but she was exhausted. Still, she said, "Damn! I have never been so thoroughly fucked in all my days. My god, I had no idea sex could be anything like that. You can fuck me anytime. In fact, I hope you will."

I just pulled out, walked over to her face, and presented my cock, wet with the product of our coupling. She stuck her tongue out and tasted the tip. She had loved the taste of me before and I suppose she was curious enough to see if she liked it with her own juices mixed in. She did, of course, and in a short while she was enthusiastically cleaning my cock and balls with her mouth while she lay there.

Not only did it taste great to her, it felt great to me, and before she was done, I was again at full mast and ready for duty. It still amazed me that I could keep this up. How many guys can orgasm over and over without charging up? Or, I guess, how many guys can charge up that quickly?

I had thought to see if I could plug her remaining hole. It had been winking at me the whole time I was fucking her. But she was doing such a good job, and we were both enjoying her efforts tremendously, so I just let her continue. I did not grab her head this time but let her control things.

She was an accomplished cock sucker, and she was clearly enjoying herself. Perhaps she was showing off a little since I had taken control so completely last time. In any case, she was doing splendid job of it, and I was happy to let her. I'm sure she was motivated by the prospect of another mouthful of man jam, but she was not in a hurry. She was genuinely enjoying the sensation of my cock in her mouth as well as the smell and taste of me. She also enjoyed the pleasure I experienced through the resonance. Even if someone was not good cock sucker, feeling what the guy feels is a pretty good guide. I imagine anyone could become proficient with that kind of feedback. In any case, she was doing a great job and was enjoying it as much as I was. And when I once more filled her mouth, she enjoyed that as well, savoring the taste as well as the sensation of my throbbing cock pulsing in her mouth.

I gently stroked her cheek. My cock was still in her mouth, slowly starting to deflate. I said, "That was wonderful. You did that very well."

Camille could not say anything with a cock in her mouth, and she seemed in no hurry to let go of it, but her look said she was pleased with the compliment.

She not only kept me in her mouth, but as I shrunk, she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper in so that my entire flaccid cock was in her mouth. She gave a sigh of contentment and closed her eyes.

She stayed that way for at least a minute or two before she pulled back, sucking on me as she did, until I pulled out with a little 'pop.' She sat up on her desk, her tits swaying with the motion. Damn, she was beautiful.

"That thing is officially my favorite thing in the world. I have never had sex like that. Not only do you fuck so good, you taste so good. Please tell me you will come back here and do me again. Any time, any place. You name it. But you got to promise you will come back."

I had been considering what to do with her. Did I want to simply erase the experience from her memory and just move on? Or did I want to see her again, too? Would I have to let her remember this time to have another? Perhaps we could just do this all over again from scratch.

At that moment I understood better the business of collecting people. That's what I was told, that people like me collected people. Truth is, after sharing all this with Camille, I wanted to see her again. I wanted to include her in my life in some way. I would love for her to meet the girls. Maybe become one of them.

"You are beautiful and sex with you is remarkable. You fuck so good, too, you know. I would love to come back and fuck you again. Let's plan on it."

Camille positively lit up. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

I leaned over to hug her, but she jumped down to stand in front of me, giving me a full body hug. It felt great. I really liked this girl. Apparently, I had found another for my collection.

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I'd talked with Camille some before I left, though I did not tell her the whole story of the resonance and how it works. She told me to call her Cam. I told her that I would try to see her again when I could. I did business in her town fairly often and I figured it would be only a couple weeks before I could come back. I told her that I might like her to come visit me some time, but I did not tell her about the girls or any of the specifics of my living arrangements. She made it clear that she was willing to do pretty much anything I wanted her to do so I had little doubt she would be open to being a part of my life any way I would let her.

For my part, I struggled with what it means to collect people. First, just how many people can you have in your life? I mean, people you are regularly fucking, but more than that, people you care about and are fucking. I really had strong feelings for all the girls. I felt very connected and that was more the question than how many people can you have sex with. It's not just collecting, but also connecting.

I was impressed with how easily I was able to access her horniness. She sort of seemed a little ready before I even started tuning things up. I wondered about it because I had experienced some of that out in public. I seemed to be encountering more horny people. There had been numerous situations where when I randomly connected with people through the resonance, which I did fairly frequently, that I found their sexual awareness higher than I would have expected. Same with general arousal. It seemed like that sort of thing was happening more frequently and I wondered about why.

I decided to go out to lunch after working up an appetite with Cam. There was a cafe with outside tables just about a block away that I had noticed on my way to my appointment, so I decided to stop by there. When I got close, I reached out through the resonance to see if there was anyone who was particularly sexually aware or aroused. I connected with several people, but no one seemed high on either of those measures. I stayed connected, though, to see if that changed as I got closer.

I could not tell much change as I got there, but after I was seated and had been there a few minutes I noticed that some of the people I was connected to began to show some increases in both sexual awareness and sexual arousal. Some showed more than others, but I had not done anything to make that happen. Except show up, I guess.

I'd been trying to make sense of the whole incubus business for some time at that point. What I did know was that I was getting sexual energy from others. It also seemed like they were getting some from me. Not sure how that works, but it did seem to be happening that way. My question was where did all that energy go? Of course, part of it went into fucking. A lot of fucking. By that point I was able to have multiple back-to-back orgasms and still be ready for more. I did not grow tired of sex. In fact, I did not grow tired much at all. I seemed to have a great deal more energy than I ever had before.

I also noted that the girls were much like me that way. None of them got tired of sex and were happy to go at it for hours. They did this when I was there, but I also knew they did it when I was not there as well. I was pretty sure they were getting some of their energy from me, but I had no idea how that was working. Hell, I did not know how any of this was working. It did seem like I not only had a lot of sexual energy, but that people around me were able to pick up on some of it. Not just the girls, but now even strangers I was in physical proximity to.

And it was not people being attracted to me. Guys and gals around me at the cafe all seemed to be just a little more sexually aware and a bit more aroused. More than they were when I first arrived, anyway. I mean it's not like everyone was going to break out in a spontaneous orgy or something. It's just that the atmosphere was sexually charged in a way that was not like what you would expect at a cafe. A nightclub, maybe? Around a pool? Something like that perhaps, but not what you'd expect for a lunch crowd.

All I did was notice it. It would have been quite easy to stir things up, but probably not the kindest thing to do in that situation. I was reminded of the time Susan and Kit had gone with me to the nude beach. I had to directly work to raise everyone's levels of sexual awareness and sexual arousal. It had worked out spectacularly, though I did not have the control then I had now. And now, I doubt it would take as much direct intervention on my part, if you did not count the broadcasting I seemed to be doing now. I decided that we needed to visit that same beach again. Or a different one, maybe. But it would be curious to know how it played out now.