I'm not a bigot, but I'm pretty straight, so the knowledge that I'd just had sex ( OK, absolutely incredible, mind blowing sex ) with a male did jolt me a little. If they hadn't told me, I'd never have known, so...did it matter?
Back to before Tanya distracted me...( "we'd have to pay...uh...we get paid well.")
So, think about it... highly desirable, heavily addictive, single source, unique and exotic. That sounds like a big money maker for whoever can lock up that source, doesn't it? If these people could collect and transmit orgasms, could they store and download them too? I discovered later that this was exactly what was going on, and that I was just one of many operatives harvesting orgasm recordings for the cartel. This wasn't a "study" I was helping with, this was drug harvesting and distribution. I just hadn't realized it yet.
A couple weeks later, Saturday morning again, there they all are on my doorstep, smiling like tigers ( and me a clueless antelope ) Disturbing thought, that, but they had me naked and hard in minutes, deliciously restrained as before, but this time Tanya took my dick in her mouth before Grimm stretched my ass. Once I was rock hard and dripping, she paused long enough to explain.
"Grimm is going to implant the organ seeds for your second dick and precum modifier gland, I'm going to handle the basal tentacle and original equipment enhancements. There may be some pain, but we'll try to keep it brief, and we'll keep you distracted."
So, minutes later, I've got the bony snake butting my prostate, while my dick is being sucked hard enough to stretch it at the base, when I feel something firm and slimy working itself into my peehole. I've tried a little sounding on myself, and it makes for intense orgasms, but the pain isn't much fun. The urethra doesn't like anything but liquids...any guy who's been catheterized can tell you that... but this was something different, and it felt incredibly good. Tanya must have had a tentacle under her tongue, that pumped slime out the tip as it burrowed down my dick. There were several pricks of pain, but the ecstasy overrode that...and it's not like they let me move much. Then the suction increased, the tentacle swelled ( stretching your urethra feel weirdly wonderful if there's no friction involved ) and there were two quick jabs of pain, deep in the buried base of my dick, near the throbbing center of pleasure that was my overstimulated prostate.
"Ok,all done"...Tanya had taken her mouth off my dick. "Now it's my turn... you get to to suck my dick next, sweetie"
Oh. Fuck.
With Grimm still prodding my prostate, her hands hard on my hips, I wasn't going anywhere as Tanya grabbed my head in two strong hands, and put my face inches from her glistening, hairless slit. I watched in disturbed fascination as the shining, rounded head of their dick crowned between the fat lips of their pussy, emerging from the opening like an eyeless eel, then eased outward, flaring and stretching their lips, followed by the fat shaft of an impressive phallus. This was like watching penetration up close...but backward ( from inside? ) and all self administered. It must have felt good, Tanya was shivering with pleasure, and their dick was rock hard as they swiped the slimy tip across my lips.
This was not a human dick...no peehole, not even much of a crest to the head, no trace of a circumcision line ( obviously) but with a spiral pattern of small dark pores that visibly exuded an opalescent, slightly purple slime.
"Open wide, bitch."
"mwrmph"
When I was much younger, I was able to suck myself off, and I've had my mouth on a few other dicks in orgies over the decades, and I had one pre op trans lover, so the weight of that massive meat on my tongue, and the stretch of accommodating a fat shaft orally, were not entirely new, but... well, what could I do but my best, right?
It's not like I had a lot of choice, and Trudy had one of her mouths on my own dick at this point, sucking hard, extracting a steady steam of cream down my wide awake urethra, the helpless result of unrelenting assault of Grimm's ovipositor on my battered prostate. So I was a bit distracted, even altered, but it should have been a surprise to find I had lost my gag reflex, and Tanya's massive shaft was sliding deep in my throat, until her oily nether lips were pressed against mine. Somehow it wasn't, and I submerged myself in the sensations of being used, both my holes stuffed tight, and drifted away.
After those introductory team building exercises ( and the similar ones that we went through as I learned to use my software upgrades, gained control of my new appendages, glands, and inflation options, found good default settings, and familiarized myself with my visual display and palate touch pad ) screwing platoons of nubile women into cum drunk oblivion was almost anticlimactic. There are risks... after a couple close calls, I had to ask Tanya to add a "deadman switch" subroutine to my software ( that will cut the connection if ecstasy levels go too high, putting my heart at risk of exploding) Funny that Obie didn't include that as standard issue.
We've had a few run-ins with pissed off packs of drunken frat boys, trying to crash the sorority sex party they'd heard rumor of. Grimm's squadron of bio-engineered bats (equipped with a venom that obliterates consciousness, removes a day's worth of short term memory, and leaves a three day hangover and lingering ED behind ) took care of them, and organized crime ( private sector that time, public sector was covering us, it turns out) sent an assassin team after us once. Grimm deflected the bullet meant for me off one side of an armored breast, put a laser pulse through the sniper's scope and into his brain before he had a chance to reacquire his sight picture, then took out his partner half a second later...(with a pistol drawn from concealment, at 200 yards, no less) and there have been a couple minor scuffles in clubs as we walked out with three to five of the most attractive women in the place...but all in all, it hasn't been that exciting. I think Grimm gets bored.
Yeah, believe it or not, screwing dozens of the most desirable women in the country every week, pushing them to inhuman heights of ecstasy, watching them go out of their minds (and feeling it too...the empathic circuit works so well I have to keep dampers engaged so I don't go unconscious as a result of an orgasmic feedback loop) can get to be routine. "Be careful what you ask for"...you know?
We found that the most efficient way to harvest orgasms was in medium size groups, so we tend to do some variation of the sorority fundraiser sex party. The hosting sorority sets and gets half the entry fees, and handles all the vetting and invitations, refreshments, linens, etc. We decide the theme and challenge. One we use a lot is to guarantee that if any woman didn't get at least ten orgasms that session, they receive a grand for their sorority for each orgasm short of ten. We've paid out on that, but not much or often, even to the ones that cheat and rub lidocaine into their pussy and clit before they arrive. You'd be surprised how many twenty year old women have never had a decent orgasm during PIV ( or at all ) so It's fun to watch them realize what they've been missing. Another challenge is to pay out five grand to anyone who can suck me off in fifteen minutes. If they fail, they have to let me wring ten rapid fire Os out of them. Lots of sorority chicks think that they're the blow job queen of the universe, so we get good turnouts for those too, but rarely need to pay out. A couple times a year, one of them is good enough that I let her push me over the edge, just so the challenge doesn't seem impossible. Then I screw her unconscious a couple of times, so she doesn't get too cocky.
We don't need the money we get from these things, but it's a good cover. We should have wondered why Obie didn't want a piece of it.
Our team always offer videos (at extra cost) in a couple different formats, image processed to hide the identity of all but the owner of the vid. Special effects are available as requested, I've been one of the sparkle ponies more often than I want to think about, but I draw the line at wearing a dildo on my forehead, so unicorns are right out. I don't mind looking like their favorite football player, anime character( or even the Minotaur for a couple of the classically inclined ) but some of the sweetest looking girls have the most twisted ideas of "fantasy lover". A lot of the girls think the video drones are cute...they're big, bio-engineered dragonflies in jewel colors... knockout venom equipped too, just in case things get out of hand.
We've done swingers parties, to get a more mature sample, but all the women who notice me and the Trudis doing the first one immediately get in line, ignoring all their other suitors, and then after recovering from their turn, go and text their friends. Then we end up having to knock out most of the guys just to prevent a riot. As you can imagine, we aren't invited back, but we try to hit one club in each new city when we arrive, hoping word hasn't spread already.
