That First Interview

by Claudia Rose

  All the time I was doing this he continued speaking in measured, professorial tones, explaining and encouraging, but without ever sounding as if he were doing anything more exciting than conversing normally at his desk.

  Meanwhile his hand was doing other things to me. While I sucked him, he played with my breasts, squeezing and massaging them, and pulling gently at the base of my nipples to stimulate them into hard, swollen peaks. Then, at around the time I began sucking on his balls, his hand traced down across my stomach to my pussy, where it gently fondled and explored me, sliding a finger or two in and out, enough to make me gasp and moan around the erect male cock that filled my mouth.

  We continued in this way for some time. I’d got past my initial feelings of revulsion and was actually enjoying having his cock-head in my mouth. I didn’t even mind the salty taste of the tiny drop of cum that kept collecting at its tip. I was also enjoying his questing hand which was bringing me right back up to the peak of desire that I’d enjoyed while his face was in my pussy.

  Eventually he pulled his swollen cock out of my mouth, and walked around to where he had been sitting previously between my legs.

  “I think, Mrs Bryce, that we have both reached a heightened state of arousal, and we can now move things on to their inevitable conclusion.”

  Thank God his cock was so hard as proof that he was excited, because he didn’t talk like a man in a heightened state of arousal. He sounded more like someone who’d come to collect their dry-cleaning.

  There was a pneumatic pedal at the base of the stool, and with a couple of swift movements he elevated the apparatus until my pussy was directly in line with his cock.

  “Now, Mrs Bryce,” he said. “Your vagina is well lubricated, and so is my penis from your very excellent oral endeavors, so I am going to move straight to the penetration stage.”

  Just do it! I thought.

  Thankfully he did. I felt him gently part my labia with his fingers, place his cock at the entrance to my pussy, and then with controlled strokes begin working his way into me.

  I’d expected some discomfort, but it felt so good. I think with Billy I was never properly aroused, and things were often a little dry and painful. But I can assure you that between us Professor Tremayne and I had enough lubrication to wax a car, and his big cock penetrated me with the utmost ease.

  I moaned, loudly, and with pleasure.

  He, however, continued talking as if we were in the classroom together.

  “I’m fully inside you now Mrs Bryce (No Shit!) and I will soon commence a regular pattern of thrusts. At the same time, I will use my thumb to stimulate your clitoris.”

  I couldn’t help myself this time.

  “That’s great Professor,” I gasped. “I don’t care what you do, but could you please just hurry up and do it!”

  He smiled with satisfaction, as if this was what he had wanted to hear, and said not another word. But his long lovely cock did begin slipping in and out of me, while his educated thumb pressed my button in just the right place.

  For me it took only a few seconds. I had the very first orgasm of my life, a series of crashing waves of unimaginable pleasure, where I screamed, moaned, cried and writhed, and came more than a few times. I can’t really remember what I said, but I think it was primarily something like “Oh Professor. Oh my god, Professor,” and variations on that theme.

  He didn’t come when I did. Throughout my orgasm his big long cock kept up its steady pumping and his thumb kept up its deliberate rubbing. Only when I’d been fully satisfied, and was collapsed like a limp rag, did he speed his tempo and bring himself to a climax.

  And what did he say as he came? Oh, you’ve probably guessed already. It was mainly two words. As I watched, his mighty muscles tensed and rippled, the veins stood out on his forehead, he gasped with pleasure, and then he shouted—”Mrs Bryce…Mrs Bryce…I’m coming inside you Mrs Bryce…OH…MRS…BRYCE!”

  And that was it. All over. We uncoupled. Dressed. A few minutes later he took a few measurements such as my temperature, weight, blood pressure and so on, and then we completed the remainder of the paperwork. We parted at his office door and he shook my hand politely as I left.

  Chapter 6

  The rest is history. As you know, I did become a subject in his experiments, and over the next three years I tried almost everything he asked of me—masturbation, various positions, group sex, anal sex, same sex partners, the whole gamut, even bondage and spanking. I came to love sex in all its permutations, and lost every one of my ingrained inhibitions. But nothing I ever did was as memorable, exciting or erotic as that first interview.

  Of course, Professor Tremayne and I never spoke of it again. For the full three years of the project he was the epitome of decorum and professionalism. So I tried hard to be as well. I was madly in love with him as you can imagine. He was all I ever thought about, although as time wore on and he never treated me any differently to anyone else, my heart slowly broke at the thought that I’d never again be his lover.

  Then, finally, the experiments were over, the results were published to great acclaim and controversy, and we all went on to other things, or so I thought.

  But about a month later I was at home cleaning (the children were at school) when there was a knock at the door. I answered it and there he was. He was the last person I expected to see, he’d never even been to my home before and we’d never once socialized.

  “Professor Tremayne,” I said, my heart simply pounding in my chest. “What on earth are you doing here?”

  He didn’t beat around the bush, he wasn’t one for that. He came straight out with it.

  “Mrs Bryce. Please forgive my intrusion, but I need to say something to you. For three years now my professional ethics have prevented me from talking to you as I would have wished to. But the project is over now, and I am free to speak my heart.”

  He paused, while I waited with my mouth hanging open. What he said next was straight out of my happiest dreams.

  “I love you, Mrs Bryce. I have loved you from the moment you first entered my office. I have loved you for these last three years. And I cannot bear to be apart from you, Mrs Bryce.”

  There wasn’t a lot more that needed to be said. I literally threw myself into his arms. In fact I almost knocked him off the porch. Then we went to my bed and made love as if it were the first time for both of us. And that was forty years ago and we’ve been together ever since. We may be in our sixties, but we’re still great in bed, and every day with him is still just as wonderful as the one before.

  Did the experiments impact on our physical relationship? Oh, only in good ways. Neither of us was a prude by then, and so over the course of our time together we’ve enjoyed every sort of interesting sexual variation.

  But there’s still nothing nearly so erotic as when I climb back in the stirrups and we do what we did at that first interview. And although I haven’t been Mrs Bryce for years—because of course I love being Mrs Tremayne—there’s nothing quite as arousing for either of us as making love and hearing him say those magic words—”Mrs Bryce…Mrs Bryce…I’m coming inside you Mrs Bryce…OH…MRS…BRYCE!”

  Also by Claudia Rose:

  Ellora’s Cave

  www.ellorascave.com