The Next Morning 14

As always, I'll do my best to make this part of the story stand alone, but it would be best to read the preceding parts first.

After all the crazy sex we had last night, the three of us quickly fell fast asleep. In the military and at college, I had developed the nasty habit of always waking around 5:30 a.m., so I was the first to wake in the morning. Emily and Dove were both still sleeping soundly as I slowly slid out from between them. I gathered my clothes for the day and headed toward the guest bath to get ready for my second day at my new job.

As I passed the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee and popped a can of cinnamon rolls from the fridge into the oven. Then I headed to the guest bath for the morning shit, shower, and shave before work. By the time I got back to the kitchen, the cinnamon rolls were almost ready and smelling wonderful. But most importantly, the coffee was ready. I poured a cup and put the now-done cinnamon rolls on the stovetop. As I let them cool, I thought about the last 24 hours and wondered, Could this just be a really good wet dream? I picked up a cinnamon roll and my cup of steaming hot coffee and took a peek into the bedroom, just to be sure I hadn't been dreaming. Nope, there were definitely two beautiful women sound asleep in my bed. God, I love my life right now.

I quietly went out to my car, got in, opened the garage door, and backed down the steep driveway. Once on the street, I punched in the office as my destination and sat back for the ride to work. As I sipped my coffee and munched on my cinnamon roll, I opened up my phone and mirrored its screen to the navigation system of my Tesla. I needed to check out how the videos of last night's activities came out. I quickly found the ones from dinner, the living room, and the bedroom and moved them to a new folder, which I labeled Dove. I decided to watch the view from the light switch in the den. After watching Emily get mounted on the Sybian and begin to be edged, I decided that a) it was real and not a dream, and b) I really needed to watch these later, not right before work. I turned on some mellow jazz and tried to think about what my first real day at the new job would be like.

Just about then, my phone rang through on the car's nav screen, and Emily's name and photo popped up. It was a video call. I answered, "Good morning, sleepyhead! How are you doing this morning?"

"Good. Still a little tired from all the fun last night. I'm sorry I didn't get to tell you good-bye this morning. Here's what you are missing out on." as she switched to the other camera, and I could see Dove. Well, I could see the back of her head in Emily's crotch and her cute ass up in the air toward the foot of the bed.

"Oh fuck. I am sorry I'm missing out, but I can't really call in sick for my second day at work, ya' know?! I sure do love you. And like I said before, you can cum all you want, as long as there's some left for me when I get home. I sure love you, Babe!"

"Oh god, honey! You have got to find out what she's doing with her tongue and fingers right now. We both woke up and smelled the coffee and cinnamon rolls, but we didn't really make it out of the bed. Oh, fuuuuuuckkk! Do you want to watch me cum on her fabulous tongue, Ben? Because that's what's going to happen any moment, now!" She switched back to the other camera so that I could see her now.

"You know it, Babe! Cum for her. Cum for me! Do it now! HARD!" And with that, the phone started shaking. Or maybe it was just Emily. Or both! And she threw her head back and let out a deep, guttural moan. Her whole body appeared to go rigid, and then her hips began to buck wildly.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I can't take much more. God dammit. Oh god, here it comes again." as she apparently went from one orgasm right into the next.

Emily kept on cumming over and over for about four minutes. When she stopped making any intelligible sounds, Dove finally relented. She took the phone from Emily.

"Hey Lover! I'm sorry you missed out on a morning session today. I texted in sick as soon as I woke up. I promise that we'll both be very ready for you when you get home this evening. I think Em is coming around. Here she is."

"Ben, I don't know how this is going to play out, but for now, I'm going with it. I hope you are OK with all this, because I know I sure am. I really want you here, but I understand. Try and keep your mind on your new job today. I know it'll be

hard

, though! We'll take care of dinner and entertainment for tonight, so just work

hard

and get back here as soon as you can! Love you!"

"Love you too, Emily! Y'all take it easy on each other. This is all kinda new, and I'd hate for it to blow up on us before we even get to enjoy it all. I'll try to give you a call around lunchtime, or so. Love you! Bye!"

She hung up, and about then, the car was pulling into the company parking garage. I found my reserved spot, got out, and headed to the main entrance. I was actually about 30 minutes early, but I needed the time to get my head into work and out of the gutter. I swiped my badge to get into the lobby, then headed to the entrance to my area. There, I had to insert my badge, place my hand on a palm reader, and look into a retina scanner. After about 3 seconds, a green light flashed and a message saying "Tag validated" appeared on the retina scanner. I noticed a very slight itchy feeling from the back of my scrotum where they had inserted the tag, just like they had mentioned.

The sliding door remained closed, so I was a bit puzzled. As I stepped toward it, I heard a muffled click and then the whir of a motor. The door slid open. I was once again in a small passageway with another blank door at the opposite end. "Good morning, Mr. Lightfoot. Please place your items in the tray and follow the instructions as before," said the disembodied voice from somewhere behind the walls.

The tray in the wall opened, and I deposited all my electronics, etc. into it. The next section of the wall lit up with an outline of a generic person with their hands above their head and a blue light where their eyes would have been. I stepped over and assumed the position. Another slight whirring sound, another 10 seconds or so, and the green light further down the passage illuminated. I walked down and waited by it. Another tray opened in the wall, returning all my stuff to me. The tray closed, and the door at the end of the hall opened.

It was still pretty early, so no one else was in the hallway to my office. I walked about half way down the hall, put my palm on the scanner at my door, and the door clicked and swung open. I took a seat at my desk and logged into my PC to check for any additional emails about my meetings today. There were none, so I called up my calendar and began to read through the updated agenda for the first meeting, "Intro to project."

Introduction of Team Leads - Jeff

Project Lead: Jeff

Physio Lead: Heather

Robotics Lea: Melanie

Neuro Lead: Rhonda

Communications and Miniaturization Lead: Ben

Unclassified overview of project

Discussion

Communications and miniaturization impact on and interaction with other areas

Roundup

I hoped that this would start to shed at least a little bit of light on what it is we are working on. I had just started to poke around on my PC when the disembodied voice said, "Marsha Edmonds is requesting entrance."

I had no idea what to do, so I said, "Let her in, please."

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a click, then a whir, and the door slid open. In walked Marsha, the mid-thirties-looking, blonde lab technician (I guessed), that I had met yesterday.

"I came to check on you and make sure that the implant isn't giving you any problems," she said as the door slid shut and the lock clicked. "I wouldn't expect it to, but you can never be too careful," she said with a sly glimmer in her gray-blue eyes. "Privacy for 20 minutes, authorization Marsha Edmonds, Charlie Foxtrot sixty-nine."

The disembodied voice responded with, "Cameras and mics disabled for 20 minutes."

"The windows are one-way glass; no one can see in. So now, I need you to remove your pants and underwear, please. So that I can do a proper and thorough exam of the implant site," was all the explanation she gave me.

Who was I to argue on my first real day on the job? I slipped off my shoes and quickly doffed, folded, and placed my trousers on the side table beside the couch along the back wall of my office. I stripped off my boxers and dropped them on top of the pants. So, there I was, naked from the waist down (except for my socks), standing in the middle of my (hopefully) private office.

"Take off the socks, too, please. It's not really necessary for the exam, but you look kinda silly standing there like that! Then step over in front of and facing the couch while I get my exam stuff ready."

I did as I was told and waited. She placed her bag on the opposite end table and pulled out some exam gloves, a small bottle of what appeared to be alcohol, some cotton balls, and some sort of device that reminded me of a radio scanner. Even though the scene was a bit awkward, my manhood was slowly, but surely, getting firmer and firmer. It didn't go unnoticed.

Marsha glanced over, licked her lips, and said, "Well, well. It seems we have an early riser here! Spread your legs a bit, so that I can access the implantation site more easily." She was now putting on her exam gloves and dampening a cotton ball with alcohol. She then swabbed the back of my nuts with the alcohol-soaked cotton. The coolness caused my sack to contract--and my dick to get even harder. "Now let's see. I can barely see where I implanted it; it looks quite inconspicuous. Hmm, I can't even feel it," as he began to gently stroke and fondle my balls.

"I sure can feel something." was I all I could think to say as my cock was nearing full-mast.

"I can tell. Let me sit in front of you and give that thing a thorough test. The implant, that is. For now..." and she sat directly in front of my now fully hardened shaft. She activated the "scanner" and checked some readings. Then she tapped the screen, and I felt the same tingle that I felt upon entering the building and my office. "You'll get used to that. If you ever don't feel it when you are entering one of the restricted areas, leave immediately. It means there's some sort of problem and you should not get involved. Now if you feel this, get worried and get the hell away." She tapped another button, which caused what felt like a bee-sting on my nutsack. Enough to make me jump and my dick to deflate slightly.

"Sorry about that, but it was necessary to test the emergency, red alert function. Let me make it up to you." With that, she reached between my legs, began to massage my scrotum, and pulled me closer to her. This put the tip of my cock about 6 inches from her luscious lips, which she licked again. She peered up at me with those enchanting eyes and asked, "Is OK if I do this?"

As she slowly slid my cock into her mouth, then farther into her mouth, then all the way down her throat, all I could think to say was "Damn! It's way better than OK! It's fucking fantastic!"

She proceded to give me a fullly deep-throated blowjob for the next few minutes. I was both in heaven and in agony; it felt so fucking good. I noticed that she was breathing a bit heavier now, too. From where I was standing, I couldn't see much of her, except for the top of her head, her neck, her back, her face when she came up for air, and her beautiful legs on either side of mine. But I was able to make out that she was only using one hand on me, to steady my throbbing rod and massage my swollen balls. I could just make out that the other one must be up under her skirt, performing some soft of feminine magic on her pussy. I decided I had to find out for myself what was making her breathe heavier.

"This feels so fucking good, I need to lie down, before I fall down." And I stepped back and to the side, toward the couch. As I did, she stood and moved over. I took the opportunity to take her by the waist, and as I sat, then lay down, I guided her face toward my prick and her hips toward my face. She got the idea, looked back at me, and gave me a big, seductive grin. She hiked up her mid-thigh-length skirt and swung one leg over me, keeping the other heel-clad foot on the floor. I was treated to one of my favorite sights, a beautiful, excited, wet pussy. She was clean-shaven and wasn't wearing any panties.

Just as I was about to make a comment, she plunged her head down on my throbbing member. All I could get out was "Ohhhhh, fuuuuck!" I grabbed her hips and pulled that luscious pussy down onto my waiting lips. I decided that we didn't have much more time, so the direct approach was called for.

Now it was her turn to gasp, "Holy fuck!" as I latched onto her engorged clit with my lips. I sucked and played my tongue back and forth across its bulbous surface. She tasted marvelous, kind a cross between a salty caramel and some sort of flower. I sucked a bit harder, eliciting,more of a moan. I began to alternate licking and sucking her clit and the moans increased in frequency and intensity. Her hips were beginning to thrust a bit, too. On the other hand, I could feel my balls filling with cum. I knew it wou;dn't be long for both of us.

It was then that the disembodied voice said, "Privacy period expires in five minutes."

That seemed to spur Marsha on, she began to bob up and down on my pecker like a piston in a high-speed Formula One racer and her hips started to really buck. I was doing my best to both hold back and enjoy the feeling and let the cum fly before we ran out of time. Just as I couldn't hold out any longer, I jammed three fingers into her now-dripping snatch. I erupted into her mouth, or rather her throat, just as she rammed her pussy down onto my mouth and let out what could only be described as a wail. My mouth was flooded with her delicious juices.

After we both came down from our sexual highs, she slowly lifted herself off of my pecker and face and stood up. I slid down and sat up, trying to regain my composure. I sure hoped that "Privacy mode" was, indeed, private. I looked at my watch and realized that I only had a few minutes before my meeting. Marsha saw my panicked expression and reassured me, "It'll only take a minute to make you presentable, and the conference room is about two doors down. You'll be fine. I made sure we'd have enough time to do the 'exam' before your meeting."

I must have looked relieved, because she smiled and went about tidying herself up and touching up her impeccable makeup. She pulled out some wipes from her bag and handed me a couple. They had a nice manly scent, thankfully. I wouldn't want to be introduced to the team smelling like a baby - or a hooker. Marsha noticed me sniffing the wipes and grinned, "Yeah. I knew you wouldn't want some girlie smelling thing. You're welcome! Thanks for making my visit so rewarding! Occasionally, those tags need to be tweaked, so I might have to stop in periodically for a check up. I hope you don't mind?"

"No, thank YOU very much! And, thanks for the wipes. A checkup or two will be no problem, at all. I'd hate to be locked out of my office, or worse yet, have my balls fried by some short-circuit!!!"

"Ha. Let's hope that never happens. But, in the unlikely event that it does, I will be right here to kiss them and make them all better. Now you had better get ready for your meeting."

"Privacy mode expired. Normal monitoring resumed." from my friend, the disembodied voice.

I ushered Marsha out and thanked her for "checking on me". I returned to my desk, logged back into my computer, and checked the meeting agenda for any attachments or updates. Not seeing any, I took a minute to ponder what the hell I had gotten myself into. Right now, back at the house, my new wife and our new friend were likely having mind-blowing, Sybian-assisted sex, and here at the office I just had a sexy med-tech give me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. And, I got to eat some sweet pussy for lagniappe. I was thinking, "How could this day get any better?"

DV (disembodied voice) said "Your meeting is starting in conference room 7, in 5 minutes. Please take your laptop with you."

I needed to pee but had no clue where the restroom was, so I took a shot and just said "Where's the men's room?"

"Upon exiting your office, turn right, walk past conference room 7, it will be on the right." replied DV.

I made a quick trip down the hall, peed, got back to my office, grabbed my laptop, and back to conference room 7 in about 4 minutes. I checked and the door was locked. I scanned my palm, while looking at the retina scanner, and in a few moments, I heard the familiar click and whir of the automatic door opening. Everyone was already there, except for Jeff, seated around the modern conference table. There were a few empty seats, so I picked one toward the middle of the table. Before I could start toward my seat, the door opened again and in walked Jeff.

He grabbed my shoulder and said, "Man, are we glad you are here. There is so much to do, and with the highly classified nature of the project, there can't be too many people involved. Each one of us has been wearing multiple hats for so long, it's good to have someone to take at least part of that load from us. Everyone, this is Ben Lightfoot. I'm sure you've all read his dossier, but he's not had that luxury with us, yet. So Ben, grab a seat, and I'll start this meeting off officially and get things rolling. The rest of you know this, but for Ben's benefit, I have to say that while everything we discuss in this meeting is unclassified, it is still highly confidential and must not leave this facility. Your laptop is secure, so feel free to take notes, or even record things, if you like."

"Welcome, all. This meeting will not replace our weekly team meeting." Sighs came from everyone at the table. "I know, I know. We all hate these meetings, but it's a necessary evil on a project this important to our nation, to our company and to each of us here. Without further ado, welcome to project Peitho, Ben. You will find a folder on your desktop labeled CVs. In it you will find the dossiers of all your fellow team leads. Read through each of them. Everyone has read them, and yours. First, I'll just give you a brief rundown on each of our senior team members, then a brief overview of Peitho."

"I'm sorry to bore everyone with this, since you've all heard it at least once already, but I'm the Project Lead. I come from a pretty diverse background, business-wise. I graduated from college with dual bachelors in Psychology and Mechanical Engineering. Yeah, I know, that's pretty odd. But, it seems that I had a knack for both. After school, I went into the Navy and became a submarniner. In my 10 years, I had progressed to Commander and was in line to take over command of my own sub. I realized that that was not my life's dream, so I left the service and entered the business world."

"I went back to school and got my MBA and started my own company with the goal to design and build the things that I had seen lacking in our Navy's submarines. One of my contacts from the service called me one day with a very interesting proposal. It turns out he now worked for one of the TLA's, three-letter-agencies, and needed a small, agile company to pursue some highly classified projects. He knew my background in the service and that I had both a psych and engineering degree. And now that I had my MBA and a company of my own, he knew the time was right. That's what eventually ended us up here, working on Peitho."

"Enough about me, let's move on to Heather, the Team Lead for Physiology." and he motioned to the girl-next-door-with-a-secret looking, young brunette. "Heather also has two bachelors in Physiology and Psychology and Masters in Experimental Physiology. She came to us fresh out of school and has been with us for over 5 years, now."