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"Dr. Voloshin! Hi!"
I frown at the young girl at my door - I'm not particularly a fan of unexpected visitors. How the hell did she even find out where I live? "Ms. Allan. What are you doing here?"
"Dr. Voloshin, I'm so sorry to show up like this out of nowhere, but I really need to revisit our talk from yesterday," she blabbers away, taking a step toward the door.
"I gave you my decision," I state firmly. Even more than unexpected visitors, I hate it when people don't take no for an answer.
"I was hoping you'd maybe reconsider." The girl pushes past me to get inside, which is incredibly rude. "Please, Dr. Voloshin, I really, really need this internship. Please."
"Ms. Allan."
"Please. If you give me just five minutes to make my case."
"Ms. Allan," I sigh. "There is nothing you can say that will change my mind."
Lara Allan is trying to attend the Academy of Science, but she failed the entrance exam, and has gotten it into her head that interning at the lab might be her last way in. Considering how much of the Academy runs via networking and connections, that might just work - I could call in a favor or two, if I wanted to. But as a general rule, I don't take on interns, ever. They are generally not worth the trouble and only cause more work, and I'm not in the mood to babysit some overeager kid.
Of course, I can sympathize with the girl - it's rough trying to break into the mold when you're not Earth-born, it always was. And it definitely hasn't gotten easier since I was that age.
Still, barging in here and begging doesn't exactly help her case.
She looks at me, lips quivering. "Please, Dr. Voloshin. I'll do anything." Yeah, sure. That is so easily said, and rarely true. "I mean it! I'll do anything," she repeats. "Any task at the lab that nobody else will do. Or I can clean your place for the next couple of weeks, or cook! Anything you ask me to do, I'll do it. Just give me a chance, please."
This whole conversation is getting ridiculous.
I cross my arms in front of my chest and eye her silently for a few long seconds. "You'll do anything I want?"
"Anything."
"Okay." Time to scare her off for good. "Then take off your clothes."
You could hear a pin drop - this request definitely has the intended effect of shutting up that obnoxious girl, at least for a moment.
She stares at me, mouth agape. "What?"
"Is that not included in 'anything'?" I ask, eyebrow raised.
"No, I- I mean I don't-," she stammers in shock, blushing.
"That's what I thought." I roll my eyes and turn to make myself a drink. "Go home, Ms. Allan. Stop wasting my time."
While I fill my glass, I suddenly hear the rustling of fabric behind me. When I turn back around, the girl has already taken off her shirt and is just in the process of pulling down her pants. I lean against the sideboard, whiskey in hand, and watch her.
This evening got a lot more interesting all of a sudden.
She stands in front of me in her plain white underwear, defiantly looking at me. Blushing, she seems highly uncomfortable - she's probably not the type to get naked in front of people very often. Girl has courage, I have to give it to her.
"Well? Continue," I state, taking a sip from my drink.
She swallows hard, her lip trembling a little, and hesitates. Is she backing down already? Disappointing.
But no, she pushes through and takes off her bra. Her face turns a darker shade of red, then she takes a deep breath and pulls down her panties in one swift motion. Crossing her arms in front of her chest - as if that would actually hide anything - she stares at the ground.
I study her silently for a few long moments, how she's standing there in the middle of my living room in just her socks, trying so hard not to run away.
She's cute. Naked, she seems even younger - barely any curves, small breasts. For a second, I wonder if she's really nineteen - I know best that the farther out into the colonies you get, the easier it is to fudge paperwork.
Putting my glass aside, I step up to the girl, circling around her like she's prey. Poor thing is terrified. Well, she asked for this. Let's see how far I can push it.
Standing directly behind her, I suddenly grab her arms and pull them down to her side to stop this ridiculous endeavor to hide her tits. Apart from a surprised yelp, she doesn't put up any resistance. Instead, she just winces at my cold fingers when I let one hand wander over her stomach and to her tits, playing with one of her nipples. Then I go higher, resting my hand lightly on her throat, which earns me a very cute whimper.
"I'm not sure you realize what you're getting yourself into, Ms. Allan," I growl into her ear. "Don't tell me you'd 'do anything' if you don't mean it."
"I mean it," she replies with trembling voice.
I lick my lips and chuckle. "Is that so?" Still holding the girl by her throat, I press her against my own body. I have no intention to squeeze - at least not yet - I simply want to show her who's in control here, in case that was ever in doubt.
Slowly trailing my other hand along the girl's thigh, then resting it very close to her cunt gets me yet another whimper.
"Yes."
Without warning, I plunge a finger into her, making her whine in pain. She's not particularly wet, so it's presumably very uncomfortable - which is the point. After pumping in and out of her for a few moments, I add a second finger. Damn, that girl is tight, another finger is almost certainly going to be a problem.
"How many men have you driven crazy with that tight little hole of yours, hm?" I snarl without stopping my penetration.
"No, I've never-" she blurts out before shutting up in a panic.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me. A grin creeps into my face. "You've never what, Lara?"
The girl whimpers, refusing to answer. By now, she's definitely getting wetter, and lets out a moan.
"Tell me," I demand, and my tone makes it clear she'd better reply.
The girl squirms in my arms before finally admitting: "I've never had sex! I'm a virgin!"
"I see. That is good to know," I chuckle. That information makes this whole thing a lot more interesting, somehow.
I start playing with her clit, very much enjoying all the little sounds she makes. Shouldn't be too hard to get her off like this, as turned on as she is by now.
"Are you sure you would do anything just to get that internship?" I ask one last time. The implications should be rather clear.
The girl moans, grinding against my hand. Pretty desperate for a virgin. "Yes. Anything."
After continuing for a moment longer, I pull my hand off her cunt and step away. The little whine she lets out almost sounds disappointed - oh, she definitely was getting close.
"Very well." I grab a tissue to clean my hand. "You can get dressed again. Be at the lab on Monday. 9 am, my office. Don't be late, please."
The girl stares at me, mouth agape and face flushed.
Eyebrow raised, I look at her impatiently. "You can leave now, Ms. Allan."
Finally coming to her senses, she scrambles for her clothes. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
---
The girl indeed managed to be on time, and currently hurries after me through the lab's hallways toward the admin office.
"Sofiya, please show Ms. Allan around. I trust you to familiarize her with the intricacies of our work here."
"Yes, Sir," Sofiya confirms with a smile, and I can't help but reciprocate, mouthing a silent 'good girl' at her - because she is, she's my good girl. She would never do something as impertinent as showing up unannounced at my house and barging in. She has manners.
I turn around to the girl, looking her up and down for a moment. "Don't make me regret agreeing to this, Ms. Allan."
She scrambles, standing up straight, visibly afraid. "Yes, Sir! Of course not, Sir!"
After giving her a stern look, I leave without another word.
From the hallway, I can hear Sofiya talking to her encouragingly. "Don't worry, she's not so bad once you get to know her."
I think she might be a little biased.
---
A few days later - the girl should have had enough time to settle in by now - I corner her alone.
"Ms. Allan."
She immediately jumps to attention, almost dropping her cup of coffee. "Dr. Voloshin!"
"I expect you at my house tonight, 8 pm. Don't be late," I declare, then I add with a frown: "I assume you still remember the address."
Confused, the girl stares up at me, then she finally pulls herself together. "Yes, Sir! Of course, Sir! 8 pm, I'll be there!"
Time to find out how far 'anything' will get me.
---
The girl shows up on the dot, and I lead her into the living room. "You're here. Good."
"Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir," she blabbers away nervously. "I wasn't sure about the dress code, because you didn't specify why I'm here, so I hope this is okay."
Her modest, knee-length dress seems a bit old-fashioned, but in a way it underlines her innocence. It'll do.
The doorbell rings again a moment later.
"There's our other guest. Wait here," I instruct her.
When I return with Carter in tow, she has indeed not moved from her spot. Maybe I can train some obedience into the girl after all.
She forces a smile and puts out her hand. "Hi, I'm Lara. Lara Allan."
Carter, being his usual easy-going self, chuckles. "Carter."
Apparently, her main tactic to deal with her own nervousness is to babble. "It's so nice to meet you, Mister?" she looks at him questioningly, "-Carter!"
"Just 'Carter'."
While my guests introduced themselves, I prepared drinks, returning to them with two glasses in hand and handing one to Carter. We watch the girl silently, smiling at her, and she returns the smile uneasily. It seems like she has no idea what is going on, and it's making her uncomfortable.
Good.
"I assumed I'll have another go at your little girlfriend," Carter smirks at me. "But she's cute, too."
"Figured it was time for some variety," I reply and take a sip. "She's a virgin," I inform him gleefully.
He laughs and shakes his head. "Sometimes I forget how fucked up you actually are."
"A little more respect, please."
Carter raises his glass and chuckles. "I apologize."
The girl, meanwhile, looks back and forth between us with a horrified expression. "I'm sorry?!" she stammers, blushing.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" I smile at her. "Undress."
She stares at me, mouth agape, processing my words. "What? No, I - Dr. Voloshin!"
My smile turns into a frown. "Undress, Ms. Allan. Please." She should know me well enough by now to realize this is not a friendly request.
She goes pale. "No, I'm not - Dr. Voloshin, I'm not going to do this," she protests, sounding slightly panicked.
"What happened to 'I'll do anything'?"
"This is too much! No. I don't want this." Her voice trembles, she might just start to cry. Fine with me.
I take a step toward the girl, making her back away and bumping into the wall. "Of course you want this. That's why you're here. What did you think would happen tonight?"
"Dr. Voloshin, please, I didn't know," she insists anxiously.
"Oh, please, you can't be that naive," I snort. "Last time you were here, you were gladly grinding on my fingers while assuring me, multiple times, you'd do anything I'll ask of you. What, you thought I'll invite you to a nice little chat among coworkers today?"
"I didn't know," she repeats, and I'm starting to suspect she actually is that naive. Unbelievable. Well, then maybe she'll learn a valuable lesson from this experience.
I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes. "Oh, I think you did know. I think you want this to happen. That's why you came."
"No," she protests very weakly.
"Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel any better. But I will ask this one last time: Undress."
The girl blinks up at me through tear-filled eyes for a couple of long moments, then she gulps. I let go of her face, and she finally does as she's told and peels herself out of her dress. A few sniffles later, her underwear follows.
"See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?"
She is standing naked in front of us, shaking like a leaf.
Carter grins, leering at her openly. "Oh yeah, she's really cute."
I smile at the girl and pat her cheek while Carter downs the rest of his drink. Taking his empty glass out of his hand, I make myself comfortable on the couch to enjoy the show. He knows what to do, no need for instructions.
Carter undresses without hurry, towering over her. Both of them being naked emphasizes their size difference nicely. He's rather tall and broad-shouldered, and not unattractive, if you're into men. But the main reason I keep him around: he has a large cock and decent sexual stamina. It's the extent of our relationship - he likes fucking pretty girls and has no shame about being watched while doing so, and I like to watch pretty girls getting fucked, preferably when they're a little unwilling. Sofiya almost enjoys him a bit too much by now, so that is losing its appeal.
"Don't worry, sweetie. I'll try not to be too rough," he assures the girl - I know he's lying.
"Carter."
"Hm?" He glances over his shoulder, and I gesture for him to turn since I don't particularly care for seeing his backside. "Ah, right." He moves to turn his side toward me and repositions the girl accordingly. "Gotta make sure our esteemed host has a good view, hm?"
"Thank you, Carter."
He grins at her. "You ever sucked a cock before, sweetie?" She wordlessly shakes her head, lip quivering, and a single tear rolls down her cheek. "You seem like a smart girl, you'll figure it out."
Nodding downward, he looks at her expectantly, and for a moment, I wonder if she is going to start crying for real. I am pleasantly surprised when she finally gets down on her knees in front of him, albeit reluctantly.
Now at eye level with his cock, realizing just how big he is, she gulps. Of course he's hard already, there's a naked girl half his age kneeling in front of him, and he knows he can do what he wants with her.
She's too intimidated to proceed, and I sigh. "Ms. Allan. I'm sure you don't intend to be here all night."
"Sorry, Sir," she murmurs, swallowing hard.
Hesitantly grabbing his cock with both hands, she strokes it slowly, then gives the head a little lick, all while Carter patiently looks down at her. Well, at least she doesn't protest anymore and has apparently resigned herself to her fate. Good, about time.
Finally, finally, she takes him into her mouth, or at least tries to. It is a bit cruel to attempt your first blowjob on a cock this large, but she'll manage.
"That's it, sweetie, just like that," Carter murmurs, patting her head. "Watch the teeth."
The girl tries to take him in slightly deeper, but it's a rather pathetic view.
"Ms. Allan. A bit more enthusiasm, please," I remind her from my place on the couch.
She blinks away a tear and works herself down another inch. After a few moments of this sad spectacle, I roll my eyes.
"Carter, I think she might need some help with that."
"Yes, Sir," he chuckles. Without warning, he puts both hands on the back of her head and holds her in place while he pushes his cock farther into her mouth. The girl struggles with the sudden intrusion, gagging and making a few noises that could be interpreted as a protest. Carter talks down to her encouragingly. "Come on, sweetie, I know you can do it. She'll only get meaner if she's not decently entertained."
She looks up at him with big, wet eyes, and then finally puts some effort into it, starting to properly suck him off. Apparently, that threat worked - as it should, because he's correct.
Carter certainly likes what she is doing, leaning back his head with eyes closed. "Oh yeah, just like that. I think you might be a natural," he murmurs, stroking her hair and letting out a moan.
Despite her apparent discomfort, underlined by the occasional gagging noises and pained whimper, the girl seems to be getting into the zone during the next minutes. She's beginning to enjoy herself - we can't have that.
I clear my throat and make eye contact with Carter, nodding for him to continue to the next part.
"Where do you want her?" he asks, one hand buried in her hair.
"Bend her over the table."
"On it, boss," he chuckles.
The girl is so focused on the cock in her mouth that she didn't even register our conversation, and looks up confused when Carter pulls away.
"That's enough for now."
He holds out his hand to help her up - a real gentleman today - and she's so dazed that she just lets him lead her to the dinner table. When he suddenly pushes her upper body down, pressing her tits against the cold material, she squeaks in surprise. Apart from some quiet whimpers, she doesn't put up any resistance to this treatment.
Carter caresses her back and ass for a moment, admiring the view, while I get up from the couch and make my way over to them, taking a seat directly in front of her. I need to see her face when he puts it in.
God, how scared she is, it's adorable.
Brushing over her cunt, Carter chuckles. "Look who got wet from sucking cock." He unceremoniously pushes a finger in, which gets us a very nice moan in return.
I laugh and shake my head. "I knew there was a little slut hiding under all that innocent demeanor."
The girl frowns at me, a bit hurt - apparently, she doesn't like being called a slut. But at least she knows better than to protest by now. Looking into her eyes, I smile at her. "I think you'll really enjoy the next part then, Lara."
"Fuck, she's so tight," Carter notes, still fingering her. "That's going to be a struggle to get it in."
I lean back in my chair and take a sip from my drink. "I sure hope so."
Teary-eyed and scared, the girl tries one last time to plead for mercy. "No, please don't. Dr. Voloshin, please, you don't have to do this."
"Oh, but I do," I state with a wide smile.
I nod at Carter. He pulls his finger out of her cunt and gets into position. I quite appreciate that he's keeping up the tension and doesn't shove it in immediately, this earns us a few more desperate whimpers and tears when he pokes at her entrance.
"Please don't," she whispers, then lets out a sob when he finally pushes inside her. Several tears drop onto the tabletop.
"Fuck," Carter moans.
Barely halfway in, he gives her a moment to adjust to being so filled all of a sudden. He's too nice. I would have just rammed it inside in one go.
"Please stop. It's too big," the girl begs. God, her pained face is so beautiful. How desperate she looks.
Carter starts moving again, gripping her hips and working his way in deeper, making her whimper.
"God, this is the most amazing pussy I've ever had," he informs me while pumping into her. "No offense to your girlfriend, of course."
I prop up my head on my hand and smile at the girl. "You heard that? He likes your little cunt."
He picks up the pace, and the noises filling the room can almost be called obscene - slapping meat and wetness, whimpers and moans.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I ask her, caressing her face. "Judging by just how wet you are."
"It hurts," she whines.
"That wasn't my question."
The girl moans when Carter pushes in deeper; in that position, and with his size, he's definitely hitting her cervix. I decide to be merciful for once and don't insist on an answer, the poor girl is too busy getting fucked. She's probably losing all ability to speak by now.
"Fuck," Carter grunts, gripping her hips harder. "She's so damn tight, I'm not gonna be able to keep that up for long."
I sigh, slightly disappointed, because I certainly don't have enough of this yet. "At least bring her to orgasm, Carter. This is her first time," I scold him. "Make it memorable."
He grunts again when I remind him of the fact that he's currently in the process of deflowering this girl, and pounds harder into her. 'Memorable' it is going to be anyway for her, of that I am sure. And she is going to have a few bruises on her hips from the table edge.
Both their moans are getting more intense, he's really laying into her, straining and doing his best to not cum. I can't stop staring at her face, that mix of pleasure and pain is just too exquisite.
"You want me to cum inside her, right?" Carter asks, and I nod.
"Of course. Fill her up."
The girl looks at me briefly with a panicked face, but then he finally pushes her over the edge, and she doesn't get around to protesting. While she moans loudly and rides out her orgasm, Carter picks up the pace one last time, cumming deep inside her with a grunt. She's such a perfect little cum dump, I'm sure he will remember this night fondly.
They're both breathing heavily, then he eventually pulls out of her with a slurping noise and walks off to the bathroom to clean himself up. The girl stays where she is, lying on her stomach, staring into space, dazed and disoriented.
I walk around to her backside and enjoy the view for a moment. I don't think I will ever get tired of seeing a beautiful cunt like that dripping with cum.
"Come on, get up," I instruct her, caressing her ass.
The girl needs a second to process my words, then she does as she's told, resting against the edge of the table because she probably doesn't trust her legs yet to keep her upright. She is going to leave a wet spot there, but that's okay.
Patting her cheek, I smile at her. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
I know I should give her a break, but I simply can't help myself. Trailing up her thigh, I lightly brush over her messy cunt, rubbing the dripping cum around. She lets out a little whimper, and I push two fingers inside her. After penetrating her for a few moments, I pull out again.
"Open your mouth."
Too out of it not to obey, she complies, and I shove my gooey fingers into her mouth. She makes a face but dutifully licks them clean. Maybe I can make a good girl out of her after all.
When she's finished, I step back. "You can get dressed now."
She blinks. "What?"
"Get dressed, please," I repeat, nodding at the pile of her clothes, and go to make drinks.
Carter returns and drops down on the couch, where I join him, handing him a glass.
"Oh, you're into cultured stuff, right?" he asks, apparently in a chatty small talk mood now, and completely ignoring the girl. "I got tickets for a play next week, some ancient shit - Shakespeare, I think? If you and your girlfriend want to go, have a nice date night or something."
"We don't really do 'dates'."
"Maybe I should take her out sometime then," he grins.
I raise an eyebrow. "I don't think so."
"Don't worry, I'm joking," he chuckles. "You're the one person I'd never fuck with, because that sounds like a surefire way of dying a very unpleasant death."
"Glad to hear," I note, raising my glass. Occasionally, it's good to have a certain reputation. And I doubt Sofiya would particularly enjoy the experience anyway, she finds him rather unpleasant overall.
The girl, meanwhile, managed to pull herself together enough to actually get dressed, and gives me a questioning look, still kind of dazed.
I smile at her. "You can leave now. I'll see you at the lab tomorrow, Ms. Allan."