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Please return the disc to me after you’ve
read it and made your notes, and delete it from your computer. I’d hate
for anyone else to find it, or, heaven forbid, publish it somewhere or post
it on the internet! I don’t know if it was the same at your school, but at
the university where I went to take psychology, we were required to act as
subjects for some of the studies. For particularly long or unpleasant ones
[like where they make you sick or keep you immobilised], they give you
extra credits or even give you financial credit towards your tuition. My
parents were paying for my education, but my dad always used to tell me how
he and my mom had emigrated here from India without a dime, and struggled
for every penny. That’s why I checked into what I could do to lessen his
burden. I don’t know if anyone’s noticed, but there are two things that
scientists just don’t want to be known for studying. Psychotropic drug
use, and sex. The study in which I was to be a subject was not part of my
curriculum, so I knew that it was normal that the researchers not tell me
any more than they wanted me to know, at least until it was over and ready
for publication. I was interviewed by professor Sloan; ‘you will do
perfectly, if you are willing’ he said, looking me up and down. ‘What is
the study about, professor?’ ‘Endocronilogical effects of sexual
stimulation’ There was a pause. ‘And how am I to be stimulated?’ He
laughed, ‘you don’t get stimulated, you are to be the stimulus!’ It took a
further half hour for the psychology professor to convince this nineteen
year old girl that ‘stimulating’ a man by letting him have sex with you was
no more abnormal than sharing a cup of coffee.

So, that’s how I ended up in a ‘bedroom’ in the bowels of the
university, dressed in very little, with my hair down and brushed [it came
to the middle of my back in those days], waiting for a strange male to
enter the room. My imagination had been working overtime all week,
wondering what was going to happen. My role was to act like the lover of
the other subject, whom I wouldn’t meet until the first experiment. It was
up to me how far to go, but if I wanted to stay in the program and get my
entire schooling paid for, it was clear that it would be all the way. The
door opened and a man entered the room. He was middle aged, with very
short black hair ringing a prominent bald spot. His eyes lit up when he
saw me. I stood and walked over to him. . At that time I had larger
breasts than I do now, and I saw in the mirror that covered one wall how
they were pushing out the white cotton slip that contrasted sharply with my
dark skin. The man was about five foot ten, only slightly taller than me.
I smiled at him as I put my arms around his neck, and held my body against
his. ‘Hi’ I said, simply, looking into his dark eyes, our noses nearly
touching. ‘Hi!’ he replied, enthusiastically, and kissed me. My mother
didn’t even want me to go out with anyone without her approval [and a check
of their caste and parentage]. As I kissed and held this complete stranger
pressed against me, I found myself thinking that I was far from home. He
was running his hands up and down my back, then lower, under the slip and
up, his hand was on my panties. Then under them, on my bare bottom. I was
born and raised in America; I was not a virgin at nineteen. But almost. I
was surprised to find that I was getting excited. I wondered if they were
going to ask me about that afterward. We had sex. Full penile – vaginal
penetration. Sex. He was gentle and considerate. In fact, despite his
age, or maybe because of it, he was the best lover I’d had until that
point. We soon had our orgasms, together. ‘I hope that I’ll be able to see
you again’ he said, nervously, before leaving in a hurry. I figured that
he was thinking about the needle he was about to get, for the blood sample.
So it began, and several times a week I would have sex with total strangers
in the name of science.

For a while I thought I ‘d figured out ways to survive it much easier. I.
would make them climax very rapidly, by taking them orally and then.
gyrating my hips rapidly when they would have routine sex with me. However the.
professor said that wasn’t the idea, I need to spend a long time with.
each topic, to develop the sexual tension before release. Later on.
professor Sloan would ask me some concerns, and compose the answers down on.
a pad. Things like whether I ‘d had an orgasm [surprisingly often, I.
confess], and my impressions of the other topic, how stimulated I thought.
he was. Sloan stated that due to the delicate nature of the research, he had actually.
do the interviews himself, to secure my personal privacy. Often he took a.
blood sample from me.

The males were constantly older, and all were white. One was really old, previous.
sixty, and I was with him numerous times. He had an issue with impotence,.
and prof. Sloan informed me that was why he was recruited. My task was to.
do my utmost to stimulate him, so that Professor Sloan and his students.
could study his hormonal agents from ‘before’ and ‘after’ blood samples. There.
were other ‘stimulator’ girls in the program [I wasn’t enabled to understand who.
they were], but obviously I was the only lady who could get the guy going.
It was a hard project. I had to truly get into the function, pretending.
that I loved him, stroking and kissing his old face and body.
Checking out his eyes and smiling at him while I went down on him. Just.
then could he get an erection. And after that he would have sexual intercourse with me.
in a missionary position for twenty minutes or more. He was good. He ‘d be.
extremely affectionate the whole time, and he was the only one of the males who.
ever decreased on me in return. And yes, I did achieve orgasm from that.
In fact, to prosper, I had to play my role so thoroughly with him, that it.
was nearly as though I really did desire him, and I came numerous times with.
him on each of his visits.

Then there was the midget. I was sitting in a chair by the mirror while.
awaiting him, brushing my hair, naked. His eyes broadened as he went into.
and saw me, and he made a kind of pleased gurgling noise. I hate to say.
this, but he had an ugly, pinched type of face. He showed up in front of me,.
as well as being in the chair, he only came up to my nose. I put down the.
brush, and held out my arms, and embraced the poor little fellow, stroking.
and holding his head against me. He was extremely clean, and he had an enjoyable.
type of odor. He had nice, thick, black hair. I put down on the bed, and.
he removed and lay on top of me. He held my head in his little hands and.
kissed me, while his erection grew between my breasts. In some way I didn’t.
mind when I felt his tongue push itself into my mouth. I even slid mine.
into his. His penis was normal sized, but we needed to be a bit innovative in.
order for him to be able to enter and make love with me. I had to.
lift my hips, while he stood upright and moved his whole body back and.
forth to get enough movement. It may sound truly strange, however in fact,.
he was extremely sweet. He could not quite make me come, however I need to offer him.
points for attempting. I believe of him in some cases, and wonder exactly what became of.
him.

After a couple of months, prof. Sloan wanted me to do more. He stated that he
had a topic who craved anal sex. He wanted to study the fellow after he
had actually fulfilled this desire. I said no way, that’s going to far! However Sloan
might be exceptionally convincing; he convinced me that it wasn’t such a big
deal. He told me I must get my anus accustomed to penetration in
advance, and I ‘d have no problem. He was much below most of the lots of
men that I ‘d been with already. In his late twenties, I guessed. When he
disrobed, he exposed the tattoos all over both arms. He was muscular,
tanned and lean. ‘Baby, exactly what an ass’ he said, and pushing me down on the
bed, he searched me and bit me. He didn’t break the skin, however it hurt. It
wasn’t too bad when he pushed himself into my annus. I was pleased that I ‘d.
done as prof. Sloan recommended, and practiced penetrating myself with the.
neck of a bottle a number of times in the previous days. I was on my hands.
and knees on the bed, and the tattooed male fucked [sorry, but it’s the a lot of.
appropriate word] me like a pet dog, screaming and whooping, squeezing my.
breasts, pulling my head back by the hair. Although he was reasonably.
handsome compared with most of the other topics, he didn’t reveal me any.
factor to consider or generosity. I wept a little after he ‘d left, nursing my.
tender behind. I wondered if I could get the old guy or the midget again.
The teacher looked a bit angry as I described the encounter to him later.
He held me, stroked my head, and informed me I was a great girl. That made me.
feel better.

It was shortly after that, I think, that I had the very first ‘in the dark’.
encounter. Done in the room in total darkness, so neither people would.
understand exactly what the other looked like. It was a big male, with a beard. He was.
tender to me, and I felt a flush of emotion as I identified the odor of.
teacher Sloan. I understand now that I should have been angry at this blatant.
breach of trust and principles. However by that time I was so mentally starved,.
that I invited him into me. At last someone that knew ME, had been kind.
to me, had actually revealed me some form of affection while outside this space. You.
have to comprehend, that my own course work was really requiring, and with.
the time required of me by Professor Sloan, I truly didn’t have energy.
left for social dating. We had strait sex, and I drank in the forbidden.
love. The professor started duplicating the ‘sight deprivation’.
experiments a minimum of as soon as a week. It was constantly himself, and I do not know.
if he ever understood that I knew. I always anticipated being with him.

One evening while he was taking down notes about a simply finished.
encounter, he asked if I could take on some more work. By that time, I ‘d.
do practically anything for him. A shower was set up in the room, so that.
I could refurbish right away after a guy left, and take a 2nd man on.
the same night. Also, my participation was increased to five times a.
week.

Often there were odd scenes, like when I dressed up as a nurse,.
or a hareem woman. There was a foot fetishist. He went totally wild over.
my Indian silver ankle chain and toe ring [I’ve constantly wanted to highlight.
my ethnic identity] He was a non-descript middle-aged man. He can be found in a.
match and tie, bring a quick case, as though he ‘d just originate from his.
work. I suppose that he had. He kept his fabrics and thick horned rim.
glasses on, however removed his shoes and rested on the foot of the bed. I.
removed for him, and sat at the head of the bed, so he could get at my.
feet. It was enjoyable, how he adored them. He praised their small size, and.
just rubbed and massaged them for the longest time. Then he started to.
lick the soles and draw on my toes. It tickled awfully often, and I.
apologised for laughing, however he told me that he liked my laugh. He.
undressed himself unashamedly, under my gaze. He didn’t have a very.
appealing body, I’m sorry to state. He hung his cloths thoroughly on the.
hooks on the wall in the corner. He relaxed down where he had actually been,.
using only those regrettable glasses, and positioned my feet one on either.
side of his half put up penis. We both leaned back on our elbows, naked,.
facing each other, while I offered him the ‘foot job’. He sighed with.
satisfaction, and informed me how beautiful and exotic I was, and how he wanted his.
other half was more like me. He asked if it was O.K. to kiss me, and I thought.
that was a funny concern at that point! I told him yes, and he moved up.
and over me, and with his weight on his hands, we kissed for a while. I.
reached down, and assisted him into me, covering my legs around his as he.
moved inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his chubby white middle, while.
he pumped in and out of me. He kept rubbing my face with his fingertips,.
kissing me, and telling me how fantastic I was, until I had an orgasm.
Later, when he had his, his excitement, and the feeling of his sperm.
shooting into me caused me to have another. Unfortunately, he needed to get.
dressed and go quite rapidly later on, due to the fact that I had another man.
scheduled.

Then there was that creature.. Half man, half woman. She came in
looking very female, made up and in a sexy dress and heels. She was
beautiful, with a slim figure, fine face, and long auburn hair. I knew, of
course. I’d been told in advance. We kissed, and then she started to cry.
I held her and told her that it was O.K., and I took out and stroked ‘her’
penis. She told me that she was born with it, and in adolescence, had
grown breasts instead of body hair. I enjoyed playing with her breasts and
kissing her nipples, as so many men had played with mine. She had
wonderful, slim, girlish hips, and long, smooth, shapely, feminine legs.
They looked so odd, with a man’s organ protruding out from between them. We
made love, and it was an exciting experience. First she was on top, and it
was a different thrill as she penetrated me while I fondled her breasts.
They were medium sized, young and full. Her long hair tickled my face and
breasts, and she made me come. I took her small, hard penis in my mouth,
and I did all that I’d learned to give her pleasure. I climbed on top and
put her back inside me, and I moved my pelvis forward and back like a belly
dancer. I rubbed my thick black hair over her breasts with my hands. She
came at last, and we lay together for some time before she rose and left me
forever. She’d told me that I had been her first woman.

I don’t know how I ever agreed to take two men at the same time. I was
excited at first, when they entered the room. They were both young, in
their twenties, and both really good looking. Yet there was something odd
and unpleasant about them I soon decided. They both undressed, and had the
biggest equipment I’d ever seen. I was a little frightened by them. The
dark haired one called all the shots, he was very particular about exactly
what should be done. He told the blond one to ‘fuck ‘ me, just like that.
We were doing it ‘doggy style’, and the dark one kneeled on the bed in
front of me and made me suck him while his friend was still at it. After a
while, he wanted us to change positions, so I was on top. I rode the blond
guy’s big cock franticly, but he wouldn’t come. I thought that they might
be gay or something. Then the dark haired one started running his finger in
and out of my rectum. You can probably guess where this was leading, but I
had no idea. I looked over into the big mirror on the wall when I felt his
big penis against my ass. He pushed it into me slowly and carefully, not
like the tattooed man had done it. I had to lie very still. When they both
had complete penetration, they started to squirm around, so that one would
be going in while the other was coming out. We looked like a sandwich, my
brown body in between their two white ones. Beef on white bread or
something. I was face down on the blond, while the other one kind of
squatted over my behind. I could clearly see it all in the mirror, that
big white log entering and leaving my small brown behind. I felt like a pig
on a spit. It may sound very erotic, maybe it was, but it wasn’t very
pleasant for me. The dark haired one finally pulled all the way out of me,
and came on my back. Then he told me to sit up and slide backwards, and
when I had, the blonde’s released cock squirted all over my front. They
used my shower, one at a time, then dressed and left, having hardly spoken
a word to me the whole time. I felt better about it after professor Sloan
told me how well I’d done. He sang my praises, hugged and kissed me, and
said I was a ‘real trooper’.

It was a couple of months later that Amanda found me. She was a very
beautiful girl, my height, with smaller breasts than me, but with a very
clear complexion, soup plate size blue eyes, and long, strait blond hair.
She just spotted me by chance on campus, and came over to talk; ‘don’t you
work for professor Sloan?’ I was scared stiff; I thought my legs would
buckle. ‘No’ I lied. She ignored it. ‘I have to talk to you, it’s very
important’ So I agreed to meet her in her room that same afternoon. She
was very smart; she insisted it be immediately after the class I was headed
for when we met. ‘What’s this about?’ I demanded of her defensively, up in
her room later. ‘Sit down’ she said, kindly. ‘I’m sorry, but I have to
show you this’ She handed me a boxed videotape. The title was; ‘coloured
coed sluts’ The photo on the box was me, with a man penetrating me from
behind, and another in my mouth. I very nearly passed out from the shock.
Amanda held me for a long time as I cried. She kissed away my tears, and
showed me another box; ‘Coed sluts who love black cock’. It was beautiful
blond Amanda, with a large black penis in her mouth. ‘How did you find
out?’ ‘One of the customers told me. He was enraged when he found himself
on a tape with me in some porno shop, and decided to blow it for Sloan’.
‘Customers?’ ‘What do you think? They pay $250 each per time, more for the
kinky stuff. Except that pair of porn actors. They got paid, I would
guess’. The totality of the betrayal felt like a truck parked on my chest.
I spent that night with Amanda, with her in her bed. We didn’t have sex,
but we held each other close all night.

On our second meeting with the police ‘vice’ detective, he advised us to
let the matter drop. He said that he’d inquired for us, and was told that
it would be very hard to make the case stick, and our names would just get
dragged through the mud for nothing. But as we left the police station, we
both saw, and knew. The captain in the glass office was the first man who
had been with me in the room. He had been with my darling Amanda as well.
Neither of us saw Professor Sloan again. He just kind of disappeared from
the university. We changed our dorm assignments and moved in together, and
became lovers. Making love with Amanda was and is always deeply emotional,
so different from what I had been through. Sometimes we toy with the idea
of a return to heterosexuality, and there is a man that we both like. We
can both be happy that neither of us contacted HIV. At the time these
events took place, it was supposed to have been a homosexual disease. I
would be glad for an opinion, doctor Lewis… what do you think about the
idea of us letting a man into our lives?

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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