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Seductive Scents: Sample A

By: enamoredwriter



One of the great things about conducting research in a university town is that there is never a shortage of volunteers if you can compensate them. Especially among the young and would-be partying sort. That's what led to a unique moment. An ad to test perfume for reactions to pheromone enhancers. Simple enough, right? The interesting part is that depending on the level of stimulation and the result sought, you can produce some interesting results. Now, when we get college-aged applicants, I assume they're wanting beer money. And, honestly? I don't care. They're having the time of their lives, most likely. But to fund it, they had to jump through some embarrassing hoops. Certainly testing a perfume was one of the lesser ones, right?

You'd be surprised, really...

Her body seemed...well, perfect. Moderate breasts, in honesty. According to her questionnaire, a modest C cup. Still, they fit her demure form nicely -- her height being only 5'6". Her hair was dark, nearly black, but with reddish highlights. Her hair danced over her shoulders as she glanced from Scott to me, only a few inches past the shoulders playing loosely. Her eyes were a lovely hazel, but seemed stuck on a bit of a 'deer in the headlights' moment. Her questionnaire indicated she shaved herself meticulously... That, I would be interested to see, shortly. For now -- she wore a pair of loose jeans and a Victoria's Secret Pink tank top. I assumed she was nervous- but was certain she wasn't wearing a bra, observing the delicate indications of her nipples under the top. Ah, but Scott spoke. 

"I'm the developer, and this is my lab assistant Mike." He nodded to me. "Honestly, we don't expect much from this. The goal is that it smells nice, and leaves you feeling just a bit heady or light in the head. A bit of a 'swept off your feet' moment, with a nice scent."

She nodded uncomfortably as I stepped forward and sprayed it over her. Four quick sprays. One on each side of the neck, one nearer to her chest, and one in the air before her. Scott continued. 

"Just breathe normally..."

"It smells...very pretty."

"Well, thank you- Anne, is it?"

She nodded. She still looked out of sorts, but seemed much more content that this would be the simplest $100 she made in her life. Well, she seemed that way at first. Then, her body seemed...well, twitchy. I admit, the word feels awkward to describe a, til recently, gorgeous college girl. Still, it fit perfectly. Scott, finally paying attention, had stopped speaking to examine the girl.

"I feel..." her eyes moved from Scott, to me, and back to him. "I feel funny."

Her tone reflect the uncertainty her body displayed, although her cheeks were awfully flushed... Scott spoke, again.

"We'll need more than that to go on, dear... Sick? Pain? Allergies? Itch?"

She glanced from Scott to me, again... Her lips, colored deep red and barely parted, seemed at a loss for the right words. 

"Anne... I'm a medical doctor, and Mike is a lab tech. You aren't going to shock or embarrass us. I've had to clean bedpans, once upon a time. And Mike here, well -- you don't get to be a lab tech in this field without having to go through some patches that are even rougher than that." 

"I feel-" She drew a deep breath, "- good. Very good. It...it feels like raw pleasure. I've..." She closed her eyes. "Where the perfume hit my neck? I feel warm, there. Hot. Like...hot water that won't cool down. It's relaxing, but it feels so good too. And..." Her hand brushed her hair carelessly out of her face, but her right hand began rubbing her jean-clad thigh. "My breasts... They feel warm and tingly. My pu- My vagina, too."

The poor dear. It was hard to tell if the color in her cheeks was more a flushing of desire and pleasure, or of embarrassment and fear. Still, Scott pushed on.

"Tingly?"

Anne moaned, and loudly. Again -- I was struck by the flush of her cheeks, and wondered if it was involuntary. 

"It feels like...the best foreplay I've had...? Or like if I was playing with myself, but without letting myself cum. Just warm/hot gentle vibrations and tingles... It feels too good to be allowed." 

Another moan, this time in tandem with her leaning forward. Her right hand unbuttoned her jeans, apparently without thinking. Her left hand was already under her top -- hands roughly, but thoroughly caressing her barely covered breasts. Scott's lips briefly formed a happy smirk, but soon transitioned into a look of pseudo-concern.

"Well, Anne, we'll need to get your clothing off first. Starting with that top, I imagine."

Her eyes grew...well, huge. I wondered, in silence, what shocked her more: that Scott so casually expected her to disrobe, or that she had begun caressing herself in front of two men she didn't know.

"I -- Look, I didn't agree to that!"

Scott nodded calmly, mimicking understanding. His voice was like a used car salesman, though. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted.

"I understand that, and you're welcome to leave if you prefer. Still -- if you opt to leave now you'll get half pay." He didn't react to her soft sound of desperation. "Look, I'm paying you to test something for data. If you leave now, what am I paying you for? Stay -- and I'll get you some kind of bonus. Sure, it's a little embarrassing, but come on. Short of selling yourself on the street, how are you going to make hundreds of dollars in an hour?"

Her brow was furrowed briefly, something I can't say I've seen on a girl her age before, but ultimately settled. Why? Maybe she realized she needed the money more than she needed her modesty. Me, I think it was from the pleasure she was still generating in silence (one hand inside her white, lace panties and the other still massaging her breasts indelicately under the thin material that hid them from view). She peeled her tank top off with practice eased. Her nipples, more a dark caramel brown than pink, seemed to hunger for attention as her fingers teased them in turn. As her jeans quickly joined the thank top on the floor, she continued playing with herself in those remaining lace panties (white, lace boyshorts -- a simple and tempting choice to torture any panty fetishist). Scott, being braver than me, reached over to push them to the side and expose her, hopefully, wet pussy to our hungry eyes.

...and all three of us realized something, as he did that. The bare skin of his finger barely touched the now exposed lip of her pussy -- and she shuttered, violently. Her moans, so needy and hungry from a moment before were now carnal and desperate. I was surprised. Scott, it seemed, wasn't.

"Mike -- did you know one of the base ingredients we held in was once considered a mythical marital aid? It was, and is, difficult to cultivate. The different variants have quite different impacts on different people. This one, it seems, is particularly skilled at female arousal and climax progression. Especially with male contact." He slid a single finger into her well lubricated pussy, and she moaned enthusiastically in response. "According to some material, the pleasure progresses in three stages. First, initial exposure. Second, direct contact with the opposite sex (his thumb seemed to have finally decided to engage her clit, as she yelped with pleasure softly to stress this point). Third -- fluid exchange."

At this point he seemed to tire of her panties, and quickly removed them. Anne didn't argue, or resist. Indeed, she moved her body to assist in his efforts. Anything, it seemed, to keep him touching her.

"Normally, after an orgasm (or set of orgasms if you're younger than me and have a skilled partner) -- your body naturally comes down. It's pleasurable and relaxing, yes? Anne here-" a second finger entered her, "- won't be able to cum until she has sperm."

Anne's cheeks were still dark red, her eyes somewhat shamed (but much more pleasured). Both hands were groping her breasts openly, as her hips matched the speed of Scott's fingers. It was... Honestly, it was a confusing moment. I felt like this might be wrong, and that maybe I should leave. But...I was so hard. This was like watching a scifi porno play out in front of me, and I didn't want to leave without getting...well, the full experience, I suppose.

"Mike -- I need a tech to help me monitor the findings properly and manage the case notes. At the same time, you'll be filing fake reports on would-be tests we should be doing instead of having fun with my personal concoctions. In exchange for your work, you'll get special perks... Come on boy, this one will suck you off like she's desperate for paradise...because, effectively, she is." 

I nodded, and Anne's hands quickly left her breasts. In fact, she nearly ripped off what clothing stood between us. Her eyes looked into mine as she lowered her mouth on my manhood, and in seconds her lips were at the base of my shaft. Scott smiled, and continued to finger her from behind as she unleashed pleasures upon me that I couldn't have imagined before. Maybe her own pleasure was the greatest motivator, but her tongue was teasing the head of my cock as she pulled back, and then circling the shaft as she leaned in. I felt my balls tighten slightly, and anticipated that perfect moment of pleasure in orgasm...but Scott pushed me back. 

The sudden interruption of it shocked me, and Anne as well, it seemed. Both of us were desperate for orgasm, and close. He turned her round, curvy ass to me and smiled.

"Wouldn't it be more fun to come fucking her from behind?"

...and he was right. My hands fell to her hips and pulled her towards me, quickly. Entering her was perfect. Her tight cunt felt perfectly tight around my cock, and as I pushed in she gasped with pleasure. As I began to pull out, she tightened desperately trying to hold me in. It wasn't many of these thrusts before I felt my balls again tighten and, this time, I came without interruption. And, as each stream of cum pumped deep inside her tightening pussy, she screamed in desperation and pleasure. 

...working with Scott was going to prove rewarding.