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{ASSM} Working at the Institute, Part 3  (F/M, exhib, oral, rim,
anal, sci-fi, D/s, mc)

The elevator shifted strangely on its way down then opened in a
room I'd not been in before.  Ms. Stiles must've had me rerouted
to a private dressing room.  It made sense.  She'd just forced me
to take my buddy's cock up my ass.  Not only that, she'd made me
beg for it.  I was a little embarrassed.  I could use the
privacy.

I slid on a pair of goggles and stepped into the sanitizer.  The
spray jets activated but even Liz, the resident computer,
remained quiet.  Something was up, I thought as the foamy wash
rinsed the sweat and cum off my sore naked body.  I reached
behind my neck and felt it.  The Shell.  Stile's new
lust-control-device had worked wonders on me making me crave
sexual activities I'd never even had an inkling for.  But what
was she up to?

The sanitizer shut off automatically and the drying cycle
commenced.  Even through the whirlwind of hot air I could hear
that there was someone else in the room.

"Liz?"

The dryer shut off and the metal rings of the sanitizer lowered
into the floor.  I removed the goggles and and opened my eyes to
see Ms. Stiles standing right in front of me.

I started.  "Oh!  Ms. Stiles!"

She had changed into a red latex catsuit and corset.  Wow.  My
cock began to rise and this time I don't think it had anything to
do with the shell.

Stiles licked her thick red lips and looked down at my hard-on
with her dark asian eyes.  "Mmmmm.  Good boy.  You did a
wonderful job upstairs, Tommy."  She stepped into the decon
circle and walked around me, perusing my flesh.  "I wasn't sure
you could handle it."  She stopped behind me and I could hear her
fingernails on the metal shell-shape that was attached to my
neck.  "How do you feel about it?"  She stepped back outside the
circle, her platform boots squeaking on the wet rubber floor.

I thought about the question.  How DID I feel?  I wasn't really
sure myself.  I looked straight into her eager eyes.

"Well, Ms. Stiles, I'm happy you got off on the show.  I love
pleasing you.  I just...it's not something I'd normally get off
on.  It's a little confusing.  I loved it when it was happening,
though.  I suppose that much was obvious."

"Oh, yes, Tommy," Stiles said, dragging a nail up the underside
of my throbbing boner, "I could see how much you enjoyed it from
the massive load you fountained up into the air.  It must've been
some sort of record.  I'll check the holovids later to be sure,
but I'd say you squirted at least three feet into the air.  No, I
know you enjoyed it when you were being controlled, but what
about now.  How do you feel?"

It was a tough question to answer.  "I suppose I'm just wondering
if I really got off on it myself or if it was just the Shell's
influence.  I keep turning it over in my mind, and no matter how
I look at it, I don't really want homosexual sex.  But when I was
engaged in it, it was like the best fuck of my life.  Like I
said, it's a little confusing."

Stiles smiled and seemed to relax a bit.  "So, even after that
mind-blowing fuck, you wouldn't be attracted to another guy?  You
wouldn't seek out the experience again?"

I thought about it for a moment, then answered, "No ma'am.  I
guess I'm just a pussy-lover at heart."  I smiled, half-expecting
Stiles to slap me or at least give me that glare of disapproval
she'd patented, but all she did is smile in return.

"Good."  She turned to walk out, her gorgeous ass squeaking in
the red latex.  The door swooshed open and the cool air made my
nipples hard as Stiles turned back.   "Finish up here and come up
to my office.  We have a lot to discuss."  With that she was gone
and the door slid shut.

I looked around the room and mumbled, "What was that all about?"
When I didn't get an answer I spoke more loudly, "Liz?" 
Apparently this dressing room was off the computer grid. 
Strange.

I walked over to what appeared to be a closet and opened the
door.  Inside was a single outfit that consisted of black latex
"jeans", a black latex western shirt, a thick leather belt and a
pair of black lug sole boots.  Predictable.  I smiled as I got
dressed for what was starting to look like a fun afternoon with
Stiles.  God, I wanted her.

I dressed, forcing my cock down the inner thigh of one pants leg
so it was extremely visible for Stiles.  I began to imagine what
kinky things she might do to me and my cock swelled against my
leg.  Awesome!  I put on a little cologne and tried to take a
look at the Shell in the mirror.  Nope.  Oh well.  Stiles would
probably remove it after she got done playing with me.

I walked out into the hall and got my bearings.  I heard the door
to the dressing room close behind me, but when I glanced back,
there was no door to be found.  At first I thought it must be a
holo-door, but my hand hit black marble when I tested the theory.
 Weird.  looks like I was given some sort of covert chamber to
change in.  What was Stiles hiding?

I walked down the hall to Stile's office, stopping at the
receptionist before sidling in.  I walked through the holo-doors
with more confidence than on my last visit and found Ms. Stiles
relaxing on her monolithic marble desk with her latex pants
around her ankles.  She was straddling a sort of saddle that was
speed-ramming her from below.  She screamed as her orgasm hit her
and I watched as she writhed and convulsed and fell off the
saddle.  She was breathing hard as she reached over her head to a
control panel and hit a couple of buttons that retracted the fuck
machine back into the desk.

She stood up and motioned me over.  I walked over to her, and she
sat her perfect ass onto the corner of the warmed desk surface. 
"Clean me up, Tommy."  She smiled.

I knelt before her and buried my face in her wet shaved cunt. 
She tasted like heaven.  I licked and slurped her juices from her
belly to her asshole and back again, pausing to tongue-fuck her
surgically-tightened cunt.  Stiles licked her lips as she looked
down at me.  "Make me cum again, boy," she said, her eyes rolling
back into her head as I lapped at her labia.

Her clit was thick and round and protruded considerably, so I had
no problem tickling that throbbing love button.  I reached up and
shoved two fingers in her cunt with a third up her sweaty asshole
as I licked her clit faster.  I pummeled her cunt, aching to make
this goddess cum.  Her juice ran down my arm as she suddenly
gripped my face between her legs and jerked her body back and
forth on the desk.  "FUCK YESSSSSS!"  She screamed and moaned
until she fell back onto the desk, my fingers still wedged in her
beautiful holes.

After she'd caught her breath (again) she sat up slightly and
grabbed my wrist.  She pulled my fingers out of her holes and
proceeded to lick them clean while staring me right in the eyes.
God, what an awesome creature!

She let my hand go and stood up, bending over briefly to pull her
pants up.  She fastened the waistband and walked behind her desk.
 She plopped down into her seat and fanned her ruby-red cheeks. 
Her hair was a mess, but she looked incredible like that.

Stiles blew out a sigh and motioned toward a hidden console. 
"Sit, Tommy."  I looked behind me to see a chair pop up out of
the floor.  I sat and waited for the big revelation.  Stiles was
up to something.  I'd never seen her this loose...this cheerful,
in all the time I'd known her.  She was definitely onto something
new.

"Tommy, you know I don't fuck around when it comes to employees,
so I'm just going to lay it on the line."

I nodded.  Yes, please.  Lay me...um, lay IT on the line.

"The Shell test we performed on Ray and yourself earlier was a
huge success.  We'll need to run several cerebral pattern matches
on you to be sure nothing in your brain was scrambled by the
process, but for an alpha test it went swimmingly well.  We
essentially decided upon a test protocol that involved an active
Shell for you and, as you may have already guessed, an inactive
one for Ray."

I knew it!

"Ray is currently undergoing counseling prior to be placed in
either the gay or bisexual training centers.  You,
however....well, for you, I have bigger plans."  Stiles pulled
out a silver hair brush and smoothed out her shiny black hair as
she continued.  "I've had it all, Tommy.  As the head of this
institute, I can have any sexual activity that I want.  Anything.
 And I've done it all.  I've been a submissive pain whore and a
sadistic mistress.  I've been a schoolgirl getting gang banged by
teachers and I've been the queen of my own harem of slutboys. 
I've done everything I can imagine, and yet I still crave more. 
My orgasms dominate my life.  I want to be perpetually horny and
perpetually cumming at the same time.  I am sex, tommy, and as
the personification of sex there is one thing I have not had."

She paused for effect and I tried to imagine what was coming
next.  Nothing much came to mind, though.

"Tommy.  I want to fuck like a man.  I want to have what you have
when you fuck a woman, or get cornholed by a black fucker onstage
in front of a room full of women.  God, that made me hot!  I want
the option to be whatever sex I choose, and you're the answer for
me."

I couldn't quite wrap my mind around what she was saying.  I
asked, "But haven't you used the cybernetic strap-ons?  Ms.
Neubold loves to use hers on me all the time."

Stiles leaned across the desk, her ample cleavage distracting me
from her words.  "No, that's not even close to what you feel when
your beautifully engorged apple-head plugs into a wet teen
snatch.  I want to feel the veins on the surface of my cock when
a sweet little slut is licking it with her slippery little tongue
for the first time.  I want to feel my balls slapping a
submissive's chin as I fuck her open throat.  I want to know what
it feels like to be a man...to be you, Tommy."

Huh?

Stiles settled back into her chair.  "You're quite a specimen,
you know?  You're fucking beautiful.  I love every inch of your
hairless body.  I want to consume your skin, Tommy...lick you
head to toe...rim your sweet asshole and force your cock down my
throat.  But even more, I want to be you and wear your throbbing
boner when I so desire.  I want to wear you like a suit of flesh
that transmits your feelings to my lusting brain cells, and
that's what this does."  She tapped a Shell on the desk.  "Oh, it
does the other things that it purports to do, and will replace
the primitive stim suits in the near future, but I had it
designed with a back door.  With the right interface on my own
brain, I can step into you, Tommy.  I can be you...feel what you
feel and drive your gorgeous body to explore everything I've
never known sexually.  I can finally know what it's like to be a
man."

I sat back, slightly frightened by what Stiles had told me, and
still not entirely understanding it.  "I don't know, Ms. Stiles.
I've always wanted to be your plaything, but I kinda had
something else in mind.  I mean, I don't wanna just turn my body
over to you."

"I thought you might say that.  It's not like that at all, Tommy.
 You'll be there in your head right alongside me.  You'll simply
fall back as more of an observer.  The Shell will allow me to
inhabit your mind, and with a little practice and willingness on
your part, we'll soon learn how to share control and rise to
heights of sexual bliss neither of us could ever imagine!"

I stammered, "So, I get to be there for all of your exploits with
my body?"

"Mmmmmmm, yes.  And we can talk about them....dream about them
together.  My hope is that we'll eventually be able to have some
form of mind-sex together, but that's probably not until the beta
versions come out."

She was serious.  She wanted me to be her fuck-puppet. 
Literally!  Wow.  What to do?

"And the best part, Tommy?"  She had my attention.  "The best
part is the fact that you'll have anything you desire sexually
when you're not being worn by me.  I can arrange anything for
you, my dear.  You will be the fuck god you deserve to be!"

The more she talked the more I thought Stiles had been watching
too much hentai, but I had to admit the thought was appealing. 
"Does the connection travel both ways?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, can I wear your body the way you plan to wear mine?  Can
I feel what it's like to be fucked like a woman...like THE
woman...like you?"

Stiles sat down in her chair and wistfully rubbed her lips with
her index finger.  "I knew I'd chosen well.  Yes, Tommy, because
you intrigue me, I'd allow you to wear my body too.  Maybe we
could even fuck each other that way if we can get the shells to
establish a simultaneous link.  God, that'd be hot.  I could
actually fuck myself!  So what do you say?  I could order you to
do this, but it'll be oh so much better if you want it as badly
as I do."

"Ummm...okay," I said.  Hell, I'd pretty much done every kinky
thing I could think of anyway.

"You should also know there are a few risks, but I've been
assured they are minimal.  This is indeed an alpha test of the
Shell, and as such you'll be expected to keep quiet about our
activities, especially our puppeteering.  THAT is off the radar
as far as the institute is concerned.  This is my own personal
quest, Tommy, and it makes me wet just thinking that you'd like
to come along, so to speak."

Well, goddamn.  "Mmmmmmm I'd love being your toy, Ms. Stiles."

"Gooooooood, Tommy.  So let's get started."  She rubbed her
crotch with the heel of her hand.  She was as horny as the fresh
young schoolgirls I got in my class demos.  Stiles pushed a
button and a super-hot slut wearing nothing but an open lab coat,
thigh-high white latex platform boots, and a white mesh minidress
strode into the room.  "Julia, this is Tommy.  He's already
gotten his Shell attached, as you know, but now it's my turn. 
And while you're at it, would you examine his connection too?"

Julia stared at the boner throbbing against my inner thigh.  She
adjusted her glasses and licked her ruby red lips before moving
behind me to attach several probes to my Shell.  My mind flashed
with a series of images of Julia bound in a hanging harness and
swinging back and forth to swallow my cock.  I looked up at her
and she adjusted her coat to flash her perfect tits.  "Oh yeah,
we'll do that, Julia...and more," I said.

Julia unplugged the probes and smiled at Ms. Stiles.  "He's FINE.
 Now for your fitting, Mistress."

Julia went back to the hall and returned pushing a small
hovercart.  On it was an array of instruments and materials I'd
never seen before.  In one tray was a Shell like mine, only
slightly smaller and metallic red in color instead of silver. 
Julia pushed the cart behind Stiles' chair and asked Stiles to
lean forward.  Once Stiles was in position, Julia pretended to
examine the base of her skull while she hiked up her coat and
bent forward to show off her puffy shaved pussy lips to me. 
Fuck, I wanted to dive in right now, but all in good time.

Julia stopped playing and got serious when she turned to pick up
Stiles' Shell.  She gently placed it at the base of Stiles' skull
 then removed it leaving a light ink outline.  She then prepped a
laser shaver and slowly shaved the area where it would be
applied.  Once shaved, Julia leaned over and licked the smooth
spot.  Ms. Stiles piped up with, "Later, Julia!" and Julia
promptly stopped, but was still sporting a wicked grin.

She picked up the red Shell again and pushed Stiles' head forward
so that the smooth spot was level with the floor.  She placed the
Shell on her neck and held it gently in place while she picked up
a servo-laser from the tray.  She had pre-formatted the output of
the laser field, so she touched it to the Shell surface and the
field immediately grabbed hold.  The field auto-released once the
Shell graft was complete and Julia tugged the probes from around
her neck again and attached them to the new Shell.

Ms. Stiles closed her legs tightly and moaned.  "Mmmmm, Julia. 
Later, slut."  I wondered if Julia had tried the same test images
she'd sent to me.  Hmmmm.

Julia walked her sexy ass back to the hovercart and retrieved
another long cable.  "I'm now going to synchronise your Shells. 
Both of you should be physically paralyzed by this process, but
if you're able to move I need you to do so so that I might be
able to troubleshoot the problem, alright?  Stiles and I nodded.
Our nasty nurse pulled two thin gossamer cables out of a strange
organically-shaped component built into the cart.  She first
attached one to my Shell, then one to Stiles'.

"Relax, you two.  I think you'll enjoy this," said Julia as she
toyed with the control pad.

I was immediately thrust into a bombardment of flesh.  Every
nerve in my body was alive with sexual energy.  I felt like I was
doing every nasty thing I'd ever done in my entire life all at
once!  Then the sex barrage slowed down and I found myself naked
on the floor of a red leather room.  The room felt like it was
alive as I writhed in pleasure on the floor feeling like my cock
was being swallowed by the warmest deepest wettest mouth on the
planet.  It felt like the floor was licking me from head to toe
while my cock was being slurped by an invisible slut.  I looked
down and saw my cock head swell larger as it was coated in what
appeared to be saliva.

"Can you see each other?"  The voice was Julia's, but it seemed
to emanate from everywhere.

"What?  I can't see anyone," I replied.  I could also hear Stiles
say something, but couldn't make out what it was.

Julia then asked, "How about now?" as the leather floor became
Stiles latex-clad body on top of me.  She was straddling my chest
as she slurped and sucked my massive boner deep into her throat.
Oh fuck yeah!  I'd heard about her legendary blowjobs and now I
knew why!  What a mouth!

"Ohhhhhh god," I moaned.  "Yessssssssss, I see her now!"  I
started pumping my thick tool into her mouth as Stiles reached
down and slid a spit-covered finger into my tight asshole.  I
must've still been under the control of the shell, though,
because a hot mouth that deep coupled with some assplay always
made me cum in real life.

Stiles sat up and continued stroking my spit-covered rod as she
pushed her latex-covered ass down onto my face.  Suddenly, there
was an opening in the latex where her hairless cunt and soft pink
asshole were and I was licking and slurping for my life.  Stiles
screamed out a "Fuck yeah baby boy!" and I worked my tongue into
every sweet opening she had.  I bathed her crotch in my saliva as
she rode my face.

She reached down and pinched my nipples as she slapped my cock
with her free hand.  "Tongue-fuck me stud! " she screamed as I
wriggled my long tongue into her eager asshole.  I felt her
sphincter grab at my tongue as I pushed in deeper and deeper. 
Stiles raised and lowered her body onto my mouth, impaling her
asshole onto my tongue as she ground her clit into my chin.

Then, without warning, she got off my face and practically threw
herself onto my raging boner.  She rammed my cock into her
asshole to the hilt in one deep smooth stroke and the glorious
heat of her deliciously wet asshole engulfed my cock.  We
screamed in unison and came together as if on cue.  I felt like
my cock was gushing gallons of superheated cum into her sweet
asshole.  I grabbed her by the shoulders and pump pump pumped her
full of my juicy hot cum.

I felt as if I might pass out when my vision blurred and I awoke
in my chair in Stile's office.  I looked across the desk at
Stiles and she looked equally disoriented.

Julia said,  "That was hot!  I want a turn!" as she straddled me
and hiked her mesh skirt up to show me her dripping shaved cunt.

"Julia!"

Julia turned to look at Stiles.

"Like I've already told you, LATER!  Now, get out.  Tommy and I
have more work to do."

Julia pouted as she climbed off of me, but winked when she knew
Stiles wasn't looking.  She gathered the cables from our Shells
and pushed her cart back out into the hallway.  Stiles and I were
alone with our new toys.

Stiles stood behind her desk and neatened up her outfit.  I could
see her hard nipples through the red latex and wondered if I'd
get a chance to know them more intimately.  She reached under her
desk and removed a small black box with two probes on one side.

"This is where you and I enter the deep dark woods alone, Tommy.
Only one other person knows about what we're about to do.  Not
even Julia knows the extent to which you and I will share our
bodies and minds."  She pulled at the probes on the box and yet
another set of wires unspooled.  She handed one to me and had me
hold it in my mouth.  "Backdoor" was her only explanation.  She
held the other in her mouth and applied her thumbprint to the
surface of the box.

Suddenly, I was a little further back in my own head.  It's hard
to explain, but I could feel Stiles in my mind.  Actually, I felt
as though I were in HER mind, but her mind was running my body. 
We were both in my body watching as her body stood lifeless
nearby.  We giggled.  Giggled!  I felt it as if it were my own
impulse, but I'd never giggled in my life.

We reached up and removed the probe from Stiles' mouth and then
took the one out of our own.  We ran out index finger around
Stile's sexy mouth and giggled again.  I thought, 'You'll have to
control this giggling thing if we're gonna pass.  No one would
believe I'm giggling.'

Stiles thought back to me, "I'll try.  I just can't believe...Oh
god, Tommy, we're HARD!"

My cock was throbbing at full throttle obviously inspired by
Stile's libido.  I climbed up on Stile's desk and looked down at
my massive boner.  I started slowly stroking myself and I heard
myself laughing with Stile's evil little laugh.

"Oh god, " I said, but with Stile's inflection and accent.  "I
have a cock and it feels soooooooo fucking incredible!  Oh my
god, I never had any idea!  It's sooooooo fucking hard, too!!!"

I stroked myself faster with one hand and cupped my balls with
the other.  I slid a finger down my scrotum and back up my tight
ballsack as I stroked harder...faster.  I leaned over and spit on
my red throbbing meat as my fingers lithely danced up and down my
pole.  Again, "I" isn't really right.  It was Stile's jerking me
off from within and loving every second of it.

"Oh, god, Tommy, I wanna cum.  I wanna squirt my cum all
over....MY FACE!"

I turned around to see Stile's zombified body sitting completely
still behind the desk.  I knelt over her face and rubbed my balls
on her ruby red lips.  "Ooooohhhhh yeahhhhhh" I moaned, as I slid
my fat apple of a cockhead around Stile's lips.  And then it
happened.  I came in huge ropey gushes all over Stile's mouth,
cheeks, and chest.  "FUCK YES YES YES YES!" I screamed as my
throbber unloaded all over the lifeless face.

I collapsed on the desktop as Stile's continued stroking me meat
from within.  "Oh, I never imagined...oh god oh god," she kept
saying as she fingered my genitalia.  She slid one of my
cum-covered fingers up my own ass and we gasped as our asshole
grabbed at her penetration.

"Mmmmmmmmm.  I already LOVE this, Tommy.  I want more!"

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