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RESEARCH PROJECT: M - Chapter Three (MF, rom, humil, rough)
By callipigiman-*AT*-hotmail.com
Copyright (C) 2002 by the author

Author's Note -- This story is sexual in nature. If you don't like sex
stories, or are under age 18, you should head on down the road and
find something else to pass your time.

Please do not repost in other fora without my permission. Do not
include in collections (profit or non-profit) without my permission.

We who write thrive on your comments and recognition of what we have
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kudos, or even your dislikes. Suggestions for further stories also
considered. Enjoy the show.

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***Yet again, to Melissa, the inspirer of the story.
***You make my nights very interesting,
***and my fantasies almost more than I can bear.
***Grazie, cara mia!***

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Chapter 3

Kevin Nichols stood up from his desk and hit the "hibernate" key on
his computer keyboard. Putting his hands on his lower back, he
stretched, grimacing at the popping of his joints. The long hours
sitting at his keyboard writing his columns and plotting his radio
airtime certainly took their toll.

At 46, his body was starting to send him insistent messages about
getting off his ass more often. He couldn't disagree, he grumbled as
he walked down the hallway from his home office to the bathroom. A
glance in the full length mirror on the back wall caused a second
grimace.

Years spent overweight had been slowly and painfully erased after he
had met and won his wife, Melissa. Their internet romance had
blossomed before she met him in person, but she had seen pictures and
insisted she did not mind his weight. But he had wanted to get rid of
the fat, and had spent 18 long, torturous months on an exercise and
diet regimen that had dropped him from 380 pounds down to 220. She had
been very proud of him, and for the following five years he had kept
it up. In fact one of their favorite activities had been to pop in to
the university fitness center and work out together.

In the last two years, he had given up all outside jobs but radio, to
work on his writing. A contract for a novel had paid off in not just
money, but an invitation to write a weekly column for a local
newspaper, and he had expanded into freelance articles. He didn't make
as much as Melissa, but he added a nice sum to their retirement fund.

The downside was he spent way too much time sedentary, sitting on his
fat ass while he wrote, stuffing his face with the kind of food he
thought he had given up 7 years ago.

Damn, look at how I've let myself go, he thought with pursed lips. 

His 6-foot-2 body tipped the scales at 275 now, and a fold of "spare
tire" circled his waist. Worse, his body tended to store fat in
embarrassing places, namely his breasts and his butt. His boyish face
had puffed out a bit too, making him look rather amusing with his
long, fine brown hair and thick mustache and goatee, laced with gray.

"Shit," he said as he unzipped his pants. Pulling out his penis, he
sighed again. "Big body, little dick. Hell, I can't win." He aimed his
5-and-a-half inches at the toilet and let loose, humming with relief
as he emptied his bladder. Then stuffing himself back in his pants, he
flushed and plodded back along the hall to the kitchen.

Melissa wasn't home yet, which was strange. She normally got in around
5:30, and here it was almost 7. He figured he'd better get something
started for dinner, since she hadn't made it home for her turn.

He checked the freezer, and pulled some stir-fry veggies and chicken.
Might as well start by eating healthier, he thought. Maybe Mel will
want to go over the center after we eat so I can get a start on
getting rid of the lard.

On the other hand, when he proposed the activity and his reasons, she
would probably say what she always did: "Honey, I love you no matter
how big you are, it's YOU I fell in love with, not your weight!"

Come to think of it, she said the same thing other way around when he
complained about not being as big as she might want: "You're just
right for me, love, pleasingly thick and just the right length to make
me cum, and you're not to big for me to take inside my special places
either! And remember, you're a little bigger than the average male
too!"

 That was all fine, but there were times when he thought he could
detect just a little disappointment when he slid in to her sweet,
tight pussy, times when her mind turned to bigger, thicker, meatier
cocks. Usually when he suspected this, he would wake up later in the
night to her moans as she pounded herself with one of her dildos. But
maybe, like she said, he was just over-sensitive.

He had just covered the stir-fry when he heard the key in the
kitchen-door lock. He turned with a smile to welcome his beloved
Melissa--and stopped in surprise.

She was disheveled. She looked like she had been up too late, hurried
to dress, did a full workout in her suit, and then run home. Her face
was streaked with tears, her makeup mussed.

"Melissa, honey, what happened?!" Kevin asked, his voice climbing a
bit from his natural baritone as he expressed his concern. Her answer
caused him to stop short and stare.

"Nothing, what do you mean?" She followed her husband's gaze and
looked down at herself. "I'm a little rumpled, that's all. It was a
busy day today and I just was in a hurry to get home."

"Well, why were you crying?" He reached out to touch her cheek and she
jumped. "Why are you so nervous, love? Come on, what really happened?"

Melissa bit her lip and blushed. Then she smiled coyly. "Well, it
really was a busy day, and a lot happened, and I got some very, very
good news for us. Anyway, when I went to the car I guess I was so
happy about my news that I got to thinking of how happy you make me
and...well...I kind of got carried away and played with myself!" She
blushed again. Very prettily too, Kevin thought, smiling back at her.

"Thinking about your sexy stud husband, hmmmm?" He stepped closer and
pulled her into his arms, leaning down to kiss her.

Melissa said nothing. Honestly, she couldn't remember what she had
thought about when she had masturbated in the car. She recalled only
that it was tremendously exciting and she had had an incredible
orgasm.

"I drifted off after that, I think, for about an hour. One of the
security guards had to wake me." Now she turned VERY red. "Ummm, I
kind of had my skirt up and the guard got an eyeful, I think. You're
not mad are you?"

Kevin laughed as he slipped his arm around Melissa's shoulders and
walked her over to the kitchen table. "Probably was the highlight of
his night. Why would I be mad? I don't mind people looking at my
beautiful wife, though probably you shouldn't be flashing them your
panties anymore." He turned to get the food from the stove. "Sit down,
babe, and I'll feed you, and then we'll get you into the shower."

Melissa leaned against the table and watched her heavy-set husband
walking across the kitchen. At the word "shower" she breathed in
sharply and seemed to hear that snapping noise in her mind again. Her
husband's large body was replaced by a tall, muscular, naked black
man, whose ass made her suddenly very, very wet. She bit her lip,
closing here eyes tight to drive away the image.

It lasted only a few seconds, acting just as the command implanted by
Dr. Olakayude was intended to do. Melissa was left with her mind
awhirl and her sex soaking yet again. She was suddenly, insatiably
horny, and for the first time that day she had no reason for guilt or
shame since the man who stood before her was her own husband.

Still with eyes closed, she cleared her throat and slipped her fingers
to the hem of her skirt, pulling it upwards.

"Ummm, honey, actually, this is what the security guy saw." 

Kevin turned curiously and almost dropped the wok full of stir-fry.
"Jesus fucking Christ! Melissa!!!"

She stood with her skirt around her waist, naked from the waist down
except for her stockings. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy
smile on her face as she exposed herself to her husband. Her hairless
cleft was swollen with lust, the lips almost glowing pink, so engorged
were they. Her whole sex was wet with the juices of her desire, and it
had begun running down her thighs.

Kevin could not believe his eyes. His sweet Melissa hardly ever acted
in this way, usually preferring to express her sexuality in the
dimness of a candlelit room with him. She rarely showed herself in
such a blatant way. He knew he had never ever seen her this wet.

"What's got you so wild and ready to go, babe?" he asked, still
staring at her beautiful pink pussy and well-turned legs as he walked
unsteadily across the room to set the food on the table. Turning to
Melissa, he pulled her close, letting his hands run down her back to
cup her bare bottom. Her arms came up, sliding around him and holding
him tight. He kissed her lightly, then drew back to gaze down at her.
"Open your eyes, Mel, and talk to me."

Sighing happily, so hot for sex she could barely restrain herself from
throwing this man down and fucking him silly, she breathed a "Yes!"
She slowly opened her eyes to gaze at the man she loved.

A large portion of the fierce desire she had been feeling vanished
like snow under a hot sun when she looked at Kevin.

Another of Dr. Olakayude's little suggestions had struck home: when
you look at your husband, you will feel singularly unexcited by him.
She did not hear the words, but they had been imprinted on her
receptive mind. While they could not completely overcome her love and
inherent lust for Kevin, they put a very large damper on those
feelings.

The stunned look on her face and the sudden limpness in the arms that
enfolded him caused him to draw back a bit. "Now what's wrong?" Kevin
asked, his face suddenly concerned.

"I-I don't know," she said hesitantly. "Suddenly I just--." Melissa
shook her head. Subconsciously, words came to her mind, words which
she repeated, looking at her beloved but oddly unattractive husband.
"Let's hold off, okay? We can have fun later, when I'm more in the
mood. But I have lots to tell you about today!"

Kevin shook his head and smiled wryly. "You seemed pretty much ready
to rip my clothes off a second ago, babe."

Melissa frowned, breaking away from him, pulling down her skirt. "Well
I'm not now, ok?" She glanced at the meal he had placed on the table.
"Mmmm, stir-fry! Now that sounds good. I'm glad you're cooking healthy
foods, you're so fat anymore, it's so ugly. Let me run down and change
clothes and I'll be right back." She slipped out of the room, humming
softly to herself.

Kevin was stunned. Where had THAT come from? "You're so fat, it's
ugly!" She had NEVER said anything like that to him before. She had
always been encouraging, supportive. He felt his fists clenching and
anger welling up, but he closed his eyes and counted to 10. He had to
admit he had been thinking exactly the same thing before she got home,
so why should he be upset because she pointed it out? Though it was
disheartening that she had clearly been excited, until she looked at
him. That hurt. But on the other hand, he could do something about it.

Melissa returned to the kitchen in jeans and a t-shirt, sidling up to
Kevin and kissing him warmly. They ate as she told him about the day,
her assisting in a difficult delivery, counseling a young mother on
how to handle her new child's nightly tantrums, and all the usual
detritus of a busy doctor's day. He had to bite his lip to keep from
shouting "But what about the good news?" He knew she would tell him in
her own good time. She was very good at keeping secrets.

Finally, she smiled across the table at him and pulled a cream-colored
envelope from her pocket. She laid it on the table in front of him.
Since Melissa seemed to expect it, Kevin picked it up and read the
enclosed letter. He glanced at his wife and noted the slight smile on
her lips. Indeed, this must be VERY good news.

"Ok, hun," he said when he finished reading. "This Olokuyade guy wants
you to be part of his research project team. I thought you wanted to
go to Wisconsin and open a clinic?"

"Ohl-ah-kai-oo-deh," Melissa corrected. "And I'm not opposed to being
in research. I just want to eventually have my own practice and help
women's health." She toyed with her fork. "Anyway, the job is right up
my alley. I'd be the lead obstetrician, assisting the women who are
subjects of one part of the project. That would allow me to hone my
skills, and it could even move me up into a leadership role in the
health community, if I work hard and materially aid in the success of
the project. I can also gain extra training in areas outside my
specialty, and I can participate in other aspects of the project as
well."

Kevin noticed his wife's eyes glittering oddly as she spoke about the
"other aspects."  "Do you want to do this?" he asked.

"I have some qualms," she admitted, "After all, it would delay our
plans for a year or more, but..." She trailed off, biting her lip in the
cute way Kevin loved when she wanted to make a firm decision but was
afraid he wouldn't approve. He smiled at her, trying to look
reassuring.

"Well, then we need to make a list. Paper or mental?" Melissa grinned
and tapped her temple. "Ok then. What are the positives?"

"Well, what I told you already. Plus it pays nearly $4,000 a month,
and a $150,000 completion bonus at the end of my term."

Kevin was taking a drink of water when she named the salary, and he
nearly choked. After swallowing and getting over his coughing jag, he
looked at his wife with wide eyes. "Christ! You're joking!"

"No love, I'm not," Melissa assured him. "We can live on far less than
that monthly salary, so we could put lots away for the future. And in
a year we could be off to Wisconsin and my clinic and be happy
forevermore!" She giggled at the end, smiling happily at him.

"No shit, and I could concentrate on writing and not have to work
radio too, much as I love it." He pondered for a bit, then reached
over to take her hand. "There's a downside, there has to be."

"Well there would be long hours, and less time together. If they
needed me for an afternoon shift, for example, I'd be getting in late.
You know how I am when I'm tired, so there would probably be less
fooling around for a while." Melissa stopped and looked at Kevin, and
her eyes were cloudy. This wasn't a look he had ever seen before.

"What?" For a beat longer she looked at him with that cool and hidden
stare, then shook her head.

 "I'm sorry, love, I was just thinking that a little time without
would make us both so hot for each other, it might work out for the
best." She flashed Kevin a saucy, sexy grin, and he felt himself grow
hard. His favorite glance! "Anyway, the other negative I can think of
is the delay in our plans. But all in all, there's lots more positives
than negatives." She was biting her lip again. "What do you think,
Kevin?"

Her hand was squeezing his now. He could tell she was willing him to
agree with her. He wanted to agree, for the money alone, let alone all
the benefits to her career. Yet there was a discomfort in his gut, and
a niggling at the back of his mind. Something did not seem right.
Something was not adding up. He couldn't put his finger on it. But
looking at Melissa and the eager, happy expression on her face, how
could he say no.

"Well," he said, speaking slowly in order to get his revenge for her
taking so long to share her good new, "I...think..." She was frowning now,
squeezing his hand harder, urging him to speak. He grinned
sardonically at her, and was surprised when her brown eyes flashed
with irritation.

"Dammit, will you just say it, fatso?" Before he could even take
offense at her swift, slashing verbal attack, her face had fallen back
into a worried smile, and her eyes had cleared from stormy to
sunlight, the loving wife with whom he had shared his life for five
years.

Shaking his head with confusion, Kevin said, "Honey, if you haven't
signed on the dotted line yet, you should get on the phone and tell
them you will. It's an opportunity for us that may not ever come
again."

Melissa gave a delighted squeal and popped up from her chair, sliding
over into his lap and kissing him firmly. "Oh love, this is going to
be such an exciting adventure for us! And the future--oh god the future
is going to be everything we've always wanted!" Her cute, firm butt
rubbing against him caused Kevin to get an immediate and painful
hard-on, and she giggled. "Ohhhh, baby, are you excited to have me on
your lap, or is that a mini-frank in your pants?"

He started to give a sassy answer as he ran his hands up to her
breasts, but stopped cold when what she had said pierced his already
lust-clouded mind. Mini-frank?! She was comparing him to one of those
little party hotdogs? But a look at her face showed such innocence and
burgeoning desire that he couldn't be upset. She must have been
teasing him.

"I'll show you mini-frank, you horny doctor bitch!" He picked her up
and carried her from the kitchen, intent on getting her to the
bedroom.

He did not know that his words had tripped yet another trigger in her
hypnotically receptive mind. She was wet and hot and hungry, but she
wasn't thinking about Kevin. She was having visions of muscular black
men and rampant black cocks.

	*   *   *

Kevin woke up and looked at the clock. It was 3 a.m. Beside him,
Melissa was weeping. Her sniffles and low moans had awakened him. He
rolled over and slid his arm around her.

"What's wrong, babe?" he whispered. She stiffened at his touch and
rolled on her back, denying him the opportunity to slip into the spoon
position they both enjoyed when cuddling. "Hey, what gives? You sound
like you need some comforting, and you reject my closeness?"

She turned her head to him, and the moonlight through the windows
threw the wide streaks of her tears into highlight. "I'm sorry, Kevin,
I'm so sorry. I love you so much, I don't know what's wrong with me?"

He took her hand, and she did not push him away. He squeezed gently.
"So tell me what's bothering you?"

Melissa sighed and looked away from him. She couldn't put her thoughts
into words. Her excitement thinking about old fucks, her new-found
lust for black cocks, the sudden re-entry into her life of the old
lusts and passions. The fact that as he had made love to her last
night, she had felt very little until her mind had turned to the
images of black men that had been tormenting her. Then she had cum,
hard. She just couldn't tell him those things when he thought she was
sweet and pure and virginal.

"Mel, come on. Is it the new job? Is it me? Have I done something that
upset you? Whatever it is you can tell me. You can tell me anything."

CLICK

Melissa turned to look at him, and even in the semi-darkness Kevin
could see the coolness in her eyes. She'd suddenly stopped crying.

"Anything? Anything at all?"  Her voice was flat, almost harsh. "Are
you sure you want to know?"

With a weird feeling in his stomach, Kevin nodded hesitantly. "Uh,
yeah. So, what's up?"

"You need to lose weight. You squash me when you try to fuck me. And
really, don't you think `try" is the right word? I can hardly feel
that little-boy dick inside me sometimes. How do you expect me to be
satisfied with such a small cock?"

Kevin lay there propped on his elbow with a look of absolute
astonishment on his face. Melissa didn't notice. She just rolled over
and went to sleep. Wherever that had come from, releasing it had
apparently relieved her fears, and she dropped right off into a quiet
slumber.

When her breathing turned regular, her speechless husband laid back
and stared at the ceiling. She had never, ever expressed such
dissatisfaction before. She had never, ever chided him for his weight.
Something was happening, and she was not telling him what was going on
inside, another thing she never, ever did.

That hurt even more than her words.

When he drifted off to sleep, the moonlight highlighted the tracks of
tears across his cheeks.

	*   *   *

Melissa rose in the morning, bright, chipper, and full of energy. She
slipped a CD into the stereo and started a workout as Kevin slowly
pushed the blankets down from where he had pulled them over his head.
He stared at his wife for a few moments, then sat up and swung his
legs out and to the floor.

"Hey, sleepy-head," she said cheerily as she did kicks in time to the
music. "Wanna come exercise with me?" She gazed at her husband, moving
so slowly this morning. Odd, he was usually the "morning person",
bringing her coffee as she would grumblingly sit up in bed. "What's
the matter, sexy?" she called as he stood and leaned against his
bureau.

Suddenly he turned and walked straight to her. He grabbed her, his
hands hard on her arms. "Owww, that hurts!" Melissa complained. He
ignored her and pulled her into a tight embrace. His lips found hers
and he kissed her furiously.

Melissa was gasping by the time he broke the kiss, and her jaw ached a
little from the way he had plunged his tongue into her mouth. She was
also wet between her legs. It had been a long time since she had
been--possessed seemed the right word--so forcefully.

Kevin reached down and gripped her loosely tied teddy and ripped it
free with one strong pull and Melissa's eyes grew wide. What had
gotten into him? His lips were suddenly on her upturned breasts,
sucking and biting at her nipples which quickly became erect. She
found herself bringing her hands to her husband's head, urging him on.

"Oh my god," she moaned. She trembled as his tongue swirled around the
stiff nipple of one breast, teasing and hot. Then it slid wetly down
into the warm space between her firm globes before lapping up the
other side and slapping moistly across the other throbbing nub.
Melissa felt her knees giving out from the sudden, unexpected pleasure
and she struggled to remain standing.

Kevin's lips closed tightly on her nipple, and his teeth bit: hard,
cruel, painful--and ever so erotic.

His arms closed tightly around her as she fell, and he lowered her to
the floor, a gentleness in his touch that she didn't really feel
because her mind was awash with her intense desire for him. Melissa
lay twitching on the carpet as he continued to bite without pity on
her sensitive mounds. She was beginning to feel the pain which had
been obscured by the pleasure of both mind and flesh, when suddenly
Kevin switched tactics again.

His tongue laved her sore breasts, soothing the ache. In addition, his
hands were stroking up and down her body now, caressing in the soft,
loving way she adored. Yet even as they touched and massaged, there
was a force in them she had not felt before. It was almost--anger. But
why would Kevin be angry?

Melissa's wondering was suddenly driven away as his mouth dropped to
her sex, his tongue slithering down the blossoming lips, licking and
sucking her juices. For a moment she moaned in the depths of passion
as he flicked inside her, and teased at her clit. Then his mouth was
gone and she moaned in frustration.

"Nooooo, more, please!" she begged, but received no answer. She felt
him raising up, then mercilessly pushing her legs apart. She knew then
that there was indeed anger in her husband, and he intended to take it
out by fucking her without remorse.

There was no CLICK of post-hypnotic suggestion, for this was something
Melissa enjoyed. She had always been afraid to ask her husband for
"less tenderness, more roughness".

She hissed, "Yessssss!" and closed her legs around him as he lined his
cock up on her open and willing pussy, and shoved it home, hard.
Melissa screamed as Kevin began to fuck her furiously.

He took her. That was the only way to describe it. He possessed her,
regardless of her desires or needs. Some might say Kevin raped his
wife.

She could not have been happier.

Melissa thrust up to meet his urgent pounding, his cock feeling so
good, driving so deep. If it was possible, his anger had made him even
larger than usual. She was inordinately pleased by this, though she
knew she truly did not care about his size. What he had, she loved,
and what he did with it was all she ever truly needed.

In a paroxysm of love and lust, she wrapped herself around him and
held him tight as he fucked her, fucked her, fucked her to the edge of
eternity. She began to wail into her orgasm, her pussy spasming wildly
around his thrusting cock.

"Yes, cum you fucking bitch!" Kevin shouted. "How do you like THAT
mini-frank, goddam you! How do you like being squashed like THIS!" He
drove his cock as deeply as he could, and Melissa exploded. Juices
poured from her pussy and bathed his throbbing member with their heat
and wetness.

"Oh god yes, Kevin, love... that's so gooooooood!" she wailed, and
grabbing his head, pulled it down so that she could kiss him,
thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

A moment later she felt him spurting, his sperm jetting from his
turgid cock into her heated slit, and she felt herself tipping over
into a second orgasm. As good as last night's love-making had been,
this hard-edged fuck was even better!

He lay atop her now, and she held him tight, loving the feeling of his
body and hers joined, adoring the way he felt against her.

Kevin rolled off her body after a minute and lay panting on the floor
beside his wife. Melissa rolled onto her side and brought her hand up
to run over his belly and chest, before caressing his cheek. He looked
at her, his eyes confused. She looked back, trying to fathom what he
had been feeling, and what had impelled him to such uncharacteristic
sex.

"Did you like doing that?" she said softly, pressing against him. "I
sure did." She smiled, a wicked little grin.

"You liked it?" Kevin asked, amazed. "It was so nasty, it was like I
was raping you, because I was so mad at you."

Melissa pouted prettily. "It was WONDERFUL. But why would you be mad
at me? I knew you were upset about something, but why?" It was the
wrong thing to say.

Kevin sat up and pushed himself away from her. "Why? You ask why?
After what you said to me last night?"

She lay there, her hands frozen where he had been just moments ago.
Her face was a mask of confusion. "I don't understand? After we made
love, I told you I loved you more than my own life and have never been
happier. Why would that upset you?"

"Not then. Later, when you were crying in the middle of the night."

"You heard me? I talked to you?" Melissa remembered crying. She
remembered suddenly that she had felt a great sense of guilt, that she
had betrayed Kevin somehow, though she could not recall how. She had
started to cry. She even vaguely called to mind that he HAD spoken to
her. But she could not summon up the words he had said, or if she had
replied. "Wh-what did I-I say?"

The look in his eyes hurt, terribly. It was pain, and anger, and
betrayal.

"You said--you said I squashed you when we had sex. And that I was
fat." Kevin drew in a deep breath before continuing. "You said that my
cock was too small and didn't satisfy you."

Melissa was appalled. Where had THAT come from? Why would she EVER say
anything so patently untrue? She was up on her knees and had her arms
around her husband in a flash, before he could react and draw away.
She was crying again, and so was he.

"Oh my love, I'm so sorry, so very sorry! I don't know what I was
thinking. I don't know why I said those things to you. Please, please
believe me, they are NOT true. I love being beneath you as you
pleasure me; I love the solidness of you. I love your cock, it is
PERFECT, it fills me exactly the way I like. You are the perfect man
for me and I love you. Please believe me! Please!"

The waves of guilt came crashing down on her again; guilt for
something that had happened recently that she was ashamed of but could
not remember. And now she had said hurtful things to the man she
loved.

Kevin was looking at her with those deep, deep brown eyes. She lost
herself in them as she leaned close to kiss him. Just before their
lips met, she whispered, "Couldn't you tell from our powerful fuck
just now? I love you."

For a long, long minute they kissed, their tears mixing as they wept
openly in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry, Mel," Kevin said finally. "I should have just let it go
by, figuring it was worry and stress and stuff."

"I'm sorry, Kevin," she answered. "It probably was those things,
but--well, I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to."

Another brief kiss, and they helped each other up off the floor. A
look at the clock showed they were running behind, and after an
awkward moment, they raced each other for the shower, laughing like
newlyweds again.

	*   *   *

The phone rang, and Dr. Olakayude picked it up on the third chime. His
assistant Jonas set the coffee server down on the edge of the desk,
listened a moment, and then left. A call from one of the patrons was
not a call to be interrupted nor eavesdropped upon.

"It is good to hear from you, Sir," the project director said. He
listened for a few moments, then reached into the file drawer and
withdrew a slim manila folder. "Yes, I have the basic file here. The
complete one is in the main processing lab for when she comes in later
this morning."

He opened the folder and looked down at the picture paper-clipped to
the single page it held. His cock grew hard as he gazed at it.

Melissa Nichols, before she had married her husband and become a
doctor, stood almost naked in a suggestive pose. Her left leg was on a
box, her right hand on her hip. Her head was tossed back and her hair
was blowing. Her eyes seemed to glint, and a provocative smile was on
her lips. Her breasts were bare and her nipples were long and hard.
Her left hand was between her legs, under the skimpy black leather
thong she was wearing.

"Yes, I am looking at the photograph. That boyfriend must have been an
interesting man--a shame she did not marry him instead of this
conservative fellow who burdens her sexual nature now." There was a
moment of silence. "I must say, you have supplied us with everything
we needed to determine if Dr. Nichols was right for our project. We
usually have not used, how should I put it, such a higher-class of
people. But her youthful activities and the information you provided
convinced us that all of her secrets still existed below the surface.
It is just a matter of re-awakening them and convincing her to accept
them once again."

He laughed at the patron's response.

"You know we use hypnosis, though that is hardly a magic bullet for
this kind of thing. Her own feelings, morals, beliefs and such can
easily overcome hypnotic conditioning, unless you add other elements
to the mix. In our case, the moqarra incense is a powerful suppressor
of `right behavior', and has been known to inspire lustful visions of
the innermost thoughts in those particularly susceptible. I believe
Dr. Nichols may well be one of those, from the way she acted today. In
addition, a few drugs can fortify the effects of the hypnosis and
incense, and eventually lead to a complete breakdown of those
inhibitions which prevent the subject from freely surrendering to
lust. Our unique way of administering those drugs, through the semen
of my assistant, also contributes in a very visual way to that state
of ultimate surrender to pleasures of the flesh. Eventually, Dr.
Nichols will reach that state. I guarantee it."

Dr. Olakayude picked up the gold pen and tapped it on Melissa's
photgraph for a few moments.

"Her husband is easily dealt with. We have already placed suggestions
in her mind, enhanced by the incense and drugs, that when he says
certain words and phrases, her body will react in certain ways.
Granted, not all will occur, or may only work partially. She loves him
very much and that love provides a very firm anchor on which to deny
these `foreign feelings'. But given her history, and that hidden
deeply in her psyche is a vast sea of passion, desire, lust, call it
what you will, I think she will eventually override her love and treat
him the way you wish to see him treated by her. If things are going
well, she may already be dropping little hints to him that she is less
than ecstatic about him." He chuckled wickedly. "We can only hope so.
Of course we will continue to fortify the post-hypnotic suggestions
each day for both this and other goals of the project. The white male
must learn his place, eh? Oh no Sir, I apologize, let me rephrase
that: the poor white male with an inadequate phallus must learn his
place."

A query from the mysterious patron brought another chuckle from the
doctor.

"It is entirely possible, Sir, that your Melissa will end up in the
very strange place of loving her husband and hating his sex. A most
delicious irony, don't you think?"

 A few more words passed, and Dr. Olakayude sipped his coffee.

"If you don't mind my saying so, Sir, when you brought this petition
to the project, we did not think it would work. To take a young,
respected doctor and turn her into a sex-wild whore who craves nothing
more than large black members, but wants a sexual lifestyle in any
event seemed an impossible task. But thanks to the copious information
your provided, as well as your funding, I think we will succeed. I
know that the other board members and I have wondered how you found
out so much about her sexual past. What you have just told me explains
it. How naughty of you to be reading her diary, even if she did keep
it on a computer connected to the internet so that you could access it
secretly."

There was more laughter between the caller and the listener.

"Yes, Sir, you know you are always welcome to attend sessions and to
watch from the privacy rooms. But I must warn you, it will likely be
some time before she gives in. While we may use the incense and drugs
and hypnosis to get through for a time, and she will give clear
indications of how she will behave when all barriers are brought down,
it will almost certainly be a lengthy process."

A quick question from the person at the other end of the phone was met
with frown from Dr. Olakayude.

"I am not sure of the wisdom of that, Sir. To push the process could
drive her away rather than turn her into the slut you wish to see her
be. I have been intending a single incident each day, easily blocked
by hypnosis, though working in the back of her mind. Today when she
arrives for her pre-employment examination I had planned nothing at
all, to give her a chance to settle in to her duties."

He sighed as another protest issued from the caller. He drummed his
fingers on the desk as he tried to explain.

"Of course we must assign her duties, until such time as she
surrenders and realizes and accepts her true place in the project. And
by all reports, she is a talented and committed obstetrician. There is
no reason not to use her abilities."

It made no difference. The patron wanted the carefully worked-out
schedule moved up, before the subject had even reported for the first
time!

"If you insist, I will have Dr. Chevalwala administer the second
sexual contact today. But I must point out we take no responsibility
if Iteration M fails because of this."

The patron apparently agreed, for the doctor nodded once more and said
his goodbyes, and hung up the phone. He looked down at the sexually
stimulating picture of Dr. Melissa Nichols.

"Your entry into your new life must needs begin sooner than we had
planned, little slut. I do hope you will go with your hidden passions
and become what we know you can be."

Dr. Olakayude could not resist the urge to masturbate. He unzipped his
pants and pulled out his thick, pulsing cock and began to stroke. When
he grunted out his orgasm a few minutes later, he was imagining
Melissa riding his mighty, black shaft, deep in her ass, and moaning
for more.

His sperm splattered her photograph, and he smiled, anticipating the
morning when she would be painted with white for real.


TO BE CONTINUED

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