When I took the job as a research assistant on a sexuality study, I had no idea it would lead me down such a wild and naughty path. Little did the researchers know, but their prim and proper assistant Cassidy had a secret – I was a horny MILF with a naughty streak a mile wide, always looking for a way to push men to their sexual limits.
My first experiment was with a mild-mannered accountant named Dave. While I took notes, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall off my shoulders. Dave’s eyes were glued to my lacy bra as I leaned forward and asked in a sultry voice, “And how often do you mast-u-rate, hmm?”
Dave gulped, his face flushing red. “Uhh…2-3 times a day I guess?” he stammered.
I slid a hand down to cup my breast, giving it a squeeze and sighing. “Mmm, I’m more of a 5 times a day kind of gal myself!” I said with a wink. “Now tell me Dave, are you an ‘over the clothes’ or ‘under the clothes’ kind of man?”
“Oh my god,” he whispered, his khakis starting to tent. This was going to be fun. I slid a hand up my skirt, stroking my inner thigh. “Anything else you’d like to see me do, Dave?”
His eyes were hungry as they roved over my body. “I um…I want to see under your skirt,” he croaking out.
“As you wish!” I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs, giving him an eyeful of my black lace panties. “Mmm, it’s getting so hot in here, I think I need to take these off…” Sliding my panties down, I exposed my damp pussy to his awestruck gaze.
That’s when I lost him. He lunged at me, shoving me down on the table and ripping off his pants. I squealed in delight as he shoved his hard cock into my aching cunt. “Yes! Give it to me!” I screamed, not caring who heard.
The researchers burst in to see me bouncing on his dick, my huge tits slapping my face. “HOLY SHIT!” one yelled. “Cassidy, what the fuck are you doing?!”
Panting, I looked up at them over Dave’s shoulder and grinned. “I’m collecting data!” Then I threw my head back and came with a howl as he fucked me into oblivion.
After that, I made sure to hire only the horniest subjects for my experiments. There was Jake, the virile college frat boy who made me cum three times with his tongue before I even got his pants off. Clothing store manager Tom, who had me bent over the table gagging on his huge cock in 30 seconds. Biker Rick, who I let fuck me in the ass right there in the lab, while the researchers frantically scribbled notes.
My favorite had to be Tony, my 19 year old pool boy. I interviewed him by my pool one summer day. “So Tony,” I purred, oiling up my tits. “Do you prefer a pool net or a girl with a real pussy?”
He nearly dropped his beer. “A real pussy,” he croaked out. I stood up and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Lucky for you, you’re getting both!”
I guided his hard pole into my sopping cunt and we fucked like wild animals right there on the lounge chair. He made me cum so hard I blacked out for a second. When I came to, he was still pumping away. I don’t think that boy ever had sex again – he was addicted to my MILF pussy.
I couldn’t help it, I was an addict too. I loved testing my subjects, seeing how far I could push them before they lost it and ravaged me. I’d do anything – anything at all – to get my subjects to fuck me senseless, right there in front of everyone. All in the name of science, of course!
Love to see your STEM! ~ Cassidy
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