This story follows directly from my recent Good Old Lazenby, Ch. 01 in Non-Consent/ Reluctance. I changed the name to Student Bodies for the remaining four installments. Here's a summary of the original story. You might enjoy reading the whole thing if you haven't already. It scored well. (4.2)
Professors Lazenby, Gerhard ('Old Lazenby') and Natalia ('The Professor'), match attractive graduate students in the Psychology Department with wealthy alumni providing finances. During a 'donors and grads' party at their home, Natalia first hypnotizes student Sandra Weston and later, Martin Benning, to test their 'responsiveness'- their sexual try-outs!
Sandra is awarded funding, after which she is hypnotized again and used first by The Professor, then by her husband, Old Lazenby. When Sandie returns home, she is completely unaware of what has happened to her. However, her husband Ben notices that she is unusually horny and stretched out below too. Nobody suspects the friendly and popular Lazenbys of any wrong-doing.
Sex with the Grads
Martin Benning was having one of those amazing dreams about sex. He was leaning back against some gym equipment, looking down at long black hair. His pants were at his ankles and his pelvis was thrust forward. A woman's hand gripped his hard cock tightly, while the other one fondled his balls. Someone knew how to do this very well!
Then the woman's head began to slowly bob up-and-down. Even in his dream, Marty could hear the slurping of her mouth on his dick, using plenty of saliva. It was the best blow-job that he ever experienced! A musky smell of perfume rose up to his nostrils, an intoxicating aroma he would forever link with sex.
The sucking was more intense now, and the hand gripped tighter, driving Marty's cock deep into her mouth. Dark eyes were staring intently into his, never breaking contact. A feeling of extreme arousal rose up, making him firmly fuck the face that held him. He moved his hips back-and-forth until he came, exploding in a massive orgasm. Then Marty woke up, wet with his discharge.
The morning after the Lazenby party, Marty noticed the faint smell of perfume in his bedroom. It was the same one that Ben had drawn his attention to during the party. He checked his clothes and found that his trousers at the aroma epicenter. He knew that The Professor was wearing that pungent scent last night, and that she had taken him to see the fitness room at the back of the house.
As he dressed, he saw something white on his trousers, as if he had spilled some food or beverage. Marty found that his boxer shorts bore more of the stain and that distinctive perfume smell. But, he was at a loss to explain these observations. There was no way he could connect the dots because he couldn't recall anything whatsoever about his short tour. Time would reveal the connection to his dream.
"Too much to drink, I guess," Marty told himself. "Maybe my clothes were like that when I went there?"
Marty was in a good position to wonder about the unexplained because he was in the early stages of doctoral research about such things. He had been interested in mind control ever since taking The Professor's paranormal psychology undergrad course about four years before. She attracted many students interested in the fringes of normalcy with her off-beat courses. Her current 'Goth' appearance added to the appeal.
Old Lazenby was officially his thesis advisor, but in fact, The Professor had suggested the topic and she was helping Martin shape a research plan. For some reason, she seemed to have taken a special interest in this young man of late. He was hopeful that a research bursary from the department would support him financially. At their house party he had learned that donors had funds available.
Like his friends, Sandie and Ben, Martin had accumulated a heavy load of student debt over the years. He came from a working-class background, the first in his second-generation immigrant family to aspire to university. His current status as a doctoral candidate was almost beyond all imagining for his parents.
Marty had a lot riding on his success, his best opportunity to move up to the dream. Organized and hard-working, he was squeezing everything he could from his above average intellect. While not the very smartest of all the post-grads, Martin's work was completed on time and always first rate.
Nor was he the most handsome guy in the group; however, his amiable personality and boyish looks did attract women. He had a succession of girlfriends over the years and was quite accomplished. Chantal, his current belle, was particularly appreciative of his bedroom skills. In short, Marty was using what he had going for him to maximum advantage.
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Later in the week, Marty dropped by Old Lazenby's office to talk with him about funding. The professor shook his hand and motioned for him to sit in one of the side chairs. Lazenby slid into the other one. As usual, he offered Martin a cup of beverage.
"Just brewing some tea and there's an extra cup. Want some? OK. Did you enjoy the party, Martin?"
"Of course, there was no way I would miss it."
"The Professor and I had a wonderful time. Those parties freshen up an old guy like me."
"Well, you know what Groucho Marx said," Marty led, and Old Lazenby started to laugh out loud, then finished the joke himself.
"Yes. 'You're only as old as the woman you feel'!"
The silly old joke struck a chord with Lazenby because the previous day he had felt and fucked an attractive young woman, Sandie Weston. Did that mean that he was really in his early twenties today? He chuckled at the thought.
"We host those parties to bring together grad students and donors, Martin. We think that mixing with young people- socializing and hearing their plans- donors will open their wallets. If they see you, Martin, as someone who reminds them of their own struggling student past, they respond generously."
"Actually, that's why I dropped by today. At the party you said there'd be some funds available for grad students. No-one could use some money right now more than me."
"We can set you up with a straight-out bursary, with no repayment necessary, provided you comply with a few terms. You likely have more than enough accumulated debt already, right?"
"Yes. Sometimes I wonder how and when I'll ever be able to pay it off."
"I believe we can offer you ten thousand dollars for each of the next two semesters, Martin. Would you be willing to accept that from our donors, through the Psychology Department? As I said, no need to repay the amount."
"Amazing! Twenty thousand dollars! That would go a long way to lift me above the poverty line, for sure," Martin joked.
"There are a few terms you should know, Martin. For one thing, you must meet weekly with your thesis advisor- me sometimes, but my wife more often- to review your research progress. Sometimes it will be here in the department, but often in the quiet of our home. Is that satisfactory, Martin?"
"Yes, certainly. Your wife suggested the Mind Control theme in the first place."
"Another requirement is that you meet with the donors. They will want you to apprise them of your progress, for example. All are university grads who have gone on to successful careers. They usually pay handsomely for the privilege, directly to you, not as part of the bursary."
"You mean that I might lead a talk about my work? That would be easy enough."
"Sometimes they may have something else in mind. Maybe a demonstration of some kind. In the case of Mind Control, I can imagine all sorts of possibilities."
"You mean like me taking control of one of them?" Marty joked.
"Or something like that, yes. You'll always get advance notice about any such meetings, and the donors will usually gear such requests to your schedule."
"That's good, because if some sort of presentation or performance is to take place, I would always need to be ready, right?"
Lazenby chuckled knowingly, "You are absolutely correct, Martin. With our donors you must always be fully prepared to meet their expectations. Our female donors can be especially demanding at times."
"I'll certainly give these performances my best shot," the young man assured him, and the professor chuckled again.
