The Neighborhood: Part 8 [MF][Mdom][Oral][Mast][ENF][Exh][Sex][Facial][MC][SciFi]

**Note:** Thank you all for the positive comments. This is a longer work, so the buildup is longer as well. Appreciate your patience.

**Chapter 13: Testing the System**

Back in his office, Colin went into to the database and looked up his wife. When he couldn’t find her at first, he realized, confirming his suspicions, that she’d already been enrolled. He had to backtrack to the date of their arrival. Sure enough, he managed to find a numbered ID that matched her general description, and when he unlocked it for viewing, he saw the picture of his wife he’d submitted after he’d accepted the job offer—something he thought was odd at the time. They didn’t have all the data on her yet, since she hadn’t been through a Fenris physical, but he saw that her bracelet was active. Her uptake ratio was eight successes to three hundred and six failures, well below average, but then he hadn’t been trying at all. He looked up Janelle next and saw that she was part of the excluded group, and most of her data was redacted. The same proved true when he looked up himself.

Next was Gretchen, who he activated, and noted that her last medical report stated she was nearly twenty pounds heavier than when he saw her naked. Janelle had noticed that from his pictures right away, but it didn’t really give him an idea of when the two had been together. He could probably just ask Janelle, but he was having fun snooping. Curiously, Gretchen’s report said she identified as lesbian with slight bisexual interest, but she was married to a man, so it couldn’t have been *that* slight. He didn’t care, but since the people volunteered the information, it was odd that she would claim that. A notification popped up in the database that subject AZ456872 had successfully deployed. It took him a moment to realize that meant Natalie. He had to play a round a bit to cross-reference the code with the name, but it was possible with a few clicks, to figure it out. He brought her profile. All the numbers zeroed, and he hit the intercom button.

“Natalie, could you come in here?” She responded with a yes and stepped in his office a moment later. He watched her uptake ratio change from 0/0 to 1/0. “Would you mind closing the door?” She did as he asked, and the ratio went to 2/0.

“Odd.” She said in her high voice. My bracelet got really warm a few minutes ago, and now it’s buzzing randomly.”

“Oh, yes, that was part of a recent meeting. It’s a software update. It should stop after a while.” He said. “Could you get me a soda water with lime, please? Lots of ice.” She went to the bar and started making it. The ratio improved again, and another cell in the database indicated 68% acquisition. She brought him the drink, and he took a sip.

“Anything else, sir?”

“Uh, yes, I was going masturbate.” Her jaw tightened a bit. “I’d like you to get the lotion for me.” She moved back to the far cabinet and got the lotion they’d been using every morning since Janelle told her to jerk him off. She brought it back, and the ratio rose to 4/0, and 100% acquisition. Since the data on the screen was anonymized he didn’t have to hide it from Natalie. “I have some numbers to finish going over here, so if you could undo my pants, I’d appreciate it.” The ratio went up once more, and she got on her knees, fumbling under his desk and starting on undoing his belt, his pants button, then his zipper. “Take out my cock, please.” He said. She said yes sir, but he saw the ratio shift to 5/1. Colin though it was interesting, slightly distracted by her hands on his penis, that she wasn’t really enthusiastic, not being supported by the device, but she still did it. So much for radical honesty. He also noticed a new value, colored orange: uptake feedback impedance. He thought he understood this part, that she was no longer responsive, or less responsive to commands. That seemed about right.

“Anything else, sir?” She asked from under the desk.

“A blowjob would be appreciated.” He said, a little shocked to hear himself speak like that in the office, though, honestly, he *had* just made his entire research team strip.

“I would prefer not to, sir.” Another failure and the impedance grew. “I’m happy to manually…” She took his cock in her hand and started gently stroking him. No changes in the system. She was doing that of her own free will.

“No, that won’t be necessary. It was just a thought.” She stopped, and he raised an eyebrow, seeing her impedance decrease into the green range. “You can get out from underneath the desk, if you want.” She did as he asked, and he watched her impedance decrease to zero. She stood in front of his desk, waiting. “On second thought, I’d like to look at you as I jerk off.” She said nothing. “I’d appreciate it if you took off your top and your skirt.” Her impedance shot back up, almost to 100%, but he saw the success number tick up. She was already pulling her blouse over her head. Her large breasts swelled under a tan cotton bra with lace trim, the shape of her nipples visible, but otherwise fairly chaste. She stepped out of her skirt to reveal matching panties, carefully setting her clothes on the arm of the chair next to her. “You have an amazing body, Natalie, you shouldn’t hide it so much.” He started stroking himself as she stood there, unsure, but ever the compliant secretary. He was surprised to see that her panties were a little wet. “Do you like watching this?” Colin asked.

“I, well, it, um, yes and no…it’s flattering, sir, but you’re my boss.”

“So, you get off on a guy wanting to jerk off to the sight of you, but not your *boss*.” He said.

“Yes, sir.”

“And yet, you’re still getting wet?”

“I…yes…sir.” She said with a blush.

“That’s all, Natalie. Take your clothes and get dressed in your office.” He waved her off. “I’ll call you if I need anything else.” She hurriedly grabbed her clothes and left the room. He hadn’t realized she’d been wearing a thong, and it flattered her full ass. He was really starting to appreciate the dress code. He went back to jerking off, but then decided to bring up his photo account on his internet computer. Photos of Gretchen filled the screen, and he started wanking in earnest. “Seriously, I’m going to go blind.” He laughed, stopping for a moment. He dashed off a text to Gretchen, saying that was ‘enjoying’ her pictures. He kept going, and a minute later his phone lit up. There was text with an upskirt shot of Gretchen. She wrote: *At my desk, no panties, just for you*. He dropped the photo into his collection, and it appeared on the monitor a few moments later. “Fuck…” It was hot, her in her thigh highs, legs spread just enough for the camera, and knowing she was doing that with other people around. He started coming before he could catch it all, semen hitting his monitor, but he managed to use the tissues before he got any on himself. He took a moment or two to collect himself and looked Gretchen up in the directory. He got up and went out to his secretary. “I’m going to the logistics building. I’ll probably be back in a less than an hour. There’s a…mess…that needs to be cleaned on my desk and monitor. See to it?” She nodded, not saying a word. He left Natalie to her duty.

After a short walk, he entered the logistics building and went up to Gretchen’s floor. He walked into her section and then back to her office, no one questioning an executive. She glanced up from her computer and smirked at seeing him.

“Is that a cell phone in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She asked. He stepped into her office and closed the door. “And just what are you expecting to happen, that you need so much privacy.

“Why don’t you stand up and hike up that skirt?” He said.

“I’m not a liar, Colin.” She said, standing.

“Did you take them off for me, or did you just not wear any?” He asked. She smiled, slowly raising her skirt so the hem slid above the top of her thigh highs.

“I would *never* violate the dress code. Stockings and matching underwear are to be worn at all times. I’m a good company girl…except when I’m not.” She pulled up her skirt the rest of the way, showing off her bare pussy. “You’re not going to report me, are you?” She stepped around her desk, moving close to him.

“I came all over my monitor to that picture of you. My poor secretary is cleaning it up as we speak.” He grabbed both sides of her ass and pulled her close. She gave surprised yelp but was grinning up him.

“So, the plan is to dry-hump me?” He further surprised her by quickly hefting her up onto her desk. He spread her legs and stepped between them. “I told you Ted and I have an agreement.”

“No fucking, right? But the thing is, I don’t give a fuck, and I not *offering* one.”

“Then what—?”

“Spread your legs.” He knelt down.

“Oh…oh, really? Oh…” He started tonguing her, though she was already hot and wet. “Oh, fuck…Colin Turner…you are a *bad* man…oh, fuck…” He slipped two fingers in and started steadily fingering her while his tongue worked her clit. It dawned on him that he hadn’t actually gone down on his wife yet since she’d been waxed, but then she’d need to be at least somewhat sober for that. “Oh, fuck…yes…fuck…yes…fuck…” Her voice rose in pitch, and she started shaking. “Oh, I’m coming…fuck…fuck…fuck!” She clamped her thighs against his head, squeezing with the last of her climax, before easing him off. “It smells like sex in here now.” She sat back on the edge of the desk. Colin grabbed a tissue and patted his face. She stood up and straightened her skirt.

“You should request a secretary.” He said. “Not *just* for the sexual release.” He pointed to her desk. “You’ll need someone to clean that up.” There was an imprint from her wet pussy on the desk blotter.

“I should frame that.” She said, looking down at it. She turned when she heard her door open. “What, you’re just going to leave?”

“I’m happy to drop by in the future, and my door is always open to you, but next time I’m hoping you’ll ask me for it.” He said.

“And what is ‘it’ in this particular sentence?” Sher smirked.

“I’ll leave that your imagination.” He said. “See you around, Gretchen.” He closed the door behind him, but before her heard her mutter that it *still* smelled like sex in her office. He found the nearest restroom and washed his hands and face before heading back to his office.

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**Chapter 14: Kristie Reveals More**

Colin had a few emails from his team waiting for him and a desktop smelling of cleanser. The team was already making progress and hoping to implement some software changes before the end of the weekend. He read through the proposals they intended and highlighted a few elements he wanted them to focus on. Maybe Fenris wanted to weaponize ‘happiness’, but he was starting to recognize some alternative uses. He decided to check on Gretchen’s status in the database and was surprised to see her firmware had also been deployed. Then again, the more he thought of it, these one-off requests probably didn’t slow anything down, given they weren’t sending out updates to the thousands of subjects already enrolled. He saw that she had several successes in her ratio, and when he checked the time stamps. It was clear it was when he was in her office. Her impedance was still low so, he decided to test something and texted her a request. He waited a minute, and nothing happened in the database, though he did get a picture of her topless, well, flashing her breasts, at her desk. She followed it up with one sentence: *That’s it for today*. He clicked around in the sub-data regarding requests and saw that there was more information but it looked encrypted.

He sat back and thought for few minutes before leaning forward and getting Natalie on his intercom.

“Can you have Kristie,” he didn’t know her last name either, he realized, “the, uh, lab assistant come to my office right away, please?” He passed the time with a few hands of Freecell, and she finally showed up, wearing her labcoat again. “I thought I said you didn’t have to wear that anymore.”

“I, um, I’m still naked, sir.” She blushed.

“Right, your little scene of defiance.” He smiled, though. “That was fairly well-played. Make them think you’re standing up to me, but joining them in their punishment.”

“Was it that obvious?” She asked.

“Probably not to them. They were distracted by their own predicament and, well, your stripping.” Colin said. “And while I’m fairly new to the executive realm, even I was fooled for a moment.” He leaned back in his chair. “Still, this isn’t a reprieve. And I’m certainly not going to reward that type of behavior. Take off the lab coat.” She paled. “I’ve already *seen* you naked, you know?”

“I know, sir, but…I…I’m not going to have sex with you.”

“Okay.” He smirked. “Radical honesty and all that, but did I *ask* to fuck you?”

“Um, no, sir.” She said, but she slipped off her lab coat. Colin wasn’t shy about looking her over, and she blushed again.

“Do you think Fenris hired you for your brains or your looks?” He asked.

“I’m not sure I understand the—.”

“It’s a simple question. Tell me the truth, Kristie.”

“Probably a combination of both.” She said.

“Well, I’d like to use you for your brains right now. I hope that’s okay?” She smiled slightly and nodded. “Okay, take seat…and sit on your lab coat, if you would.” She did as he asked. “So, I’ve been playing with the database system, and…” He went on to explain what had happened so far, his little experiments with Natalie, with Gretchen, how Natalie’s impedance changed, all of it. She took the sexual elements in stride, though Colin had hoped for a little more shock on her face. Then again, she’d been working for Fenris longer than he had, and given how she looked, had probably been confronted with the reality of that more than a few times.

“Okay, so, we’re generally aware of the impedance quirk. It isn’t a sure thing, but in some respects, you can actually get people to respond better by asking too much, then easing off. It’s a basic negotiation technique, and well-documented from a psychological perspective. Ask someone to jump over a mountain, and they’ll look at you like you’re crazy. Ask them to jump over a molehill, well, now you’re just being reasonable, even though they never wanted to jump over anything. As for texting the other woman, the bands don’t work like that. You need to speak the words.”

“It’s recording us.” Colin said. Her eyes flashed, and she bit her lip. “You’d be a terrible poker player.” He said.

“I’m not exactly able to hide much like this, am I?” She asked, pointing out her nudity.

“Yeah, maybe I should talk to *all* of my employees like this.” He stared her down, though his eyes were tempted to drift lower. “Tell me what you’re hiding.”

“It violates the protocols of the study.”

“But I’m your supervisor.” He countered. “Have you signed an NDA specific to this issue?”

“No, sir.” She said.

“Well, I could always just activate *your* firmware. I saw that, unlike the other researchers, you’re *not* excluded. Isn’t that interesting? I could just keep asking you every day, and, eventually, you’d talk. Of course, I can’t speak to how some of the other guys might handle a newly compliant lab assistant…”

“Sir, please…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He watched her breasts rise and fall, her nipples tight points in the cool air of his office. “Fine. Yes, the bracelets do natural language processing…well, not the bracelets themselves, but the servers. Part of the ongoing failure is the inability of the servers to understand everything as a command or suggestion. Even if you tell someone to hop on one foot, sometimes the servers don’t know what to make of it. From your reading, I’m sure you understand that bracelets are providing positive feedback, encouraging you to comply, but they can’t really force it. It’s subtle, ongoing, builds over time, like a dosage. Even then, you can’t make someone do something they’d never consider…like commit murder or kill themselves.”

“Well, there goes our military-industrial contracts.” He laughed.

“Where Mike *has* been working is analyzing the command base,” she continued, ignoring his bad joke, “taking text of the input and attempting to rework the interpretation algorithm to—.”

“The *text* of the input…where is it?”

“In the database.” She said.

“The encrypted stuff in the subsystem.” He said. “I *thought* so…okay, how do I *see* that?”

“Only Mike and the auditors have access to that. I’m sure you can understand why. With enough effort, you could technically spy on almost anyone in town who interacted with someone enrolled as a test subject.”

“Of course, I understand that element,” he waved off her concern, “but I’d like to see how the text is being interpreted, processed, that sort of thing.”

“Mike, um…he has a backdoor password, basically. It’s so I can assist him when needed, but—.”

“Is that all you want to do? Assist? I thought I was giving you more responsibilities. Look, come over here and enter the access, let me see a few things, and then I’ll determine if I need my own access. If things go well, regardless, Mike won’t be using you for secretary work anyway, so it’s not as if you’ll be using the access.”

“I guess,” she got up and stood next to him, “but promise you won’t go digging too deep. The auditors will definitely notice if you start pulling down tons of data…even if it’s just text.”

“Let me worry about that.” He said.

“I suppose you can’t do too much.” She said. “The database knows it’s your computer, your logon, so it will only key up your interactions with people. You can’t look at any interactions you weren’t present for.” She pointed to her bracelet.

“Interesting.” He rolled back in his chair and waved her in front of his keyboard. She had had to bend over, being so tall, to start typing a few things. Colin didn’t bother to pay attention to what she was typing, instead focused on her ass and pussy bared to him. Her bush was trimmed but it covered the entire line of labia, trailing back to her ass. It took every bit of his self-control not to slide a hand between her legs. “There,” she stood straight, “all set. See, here’s your interaction with this subject.” She clicked on Gretchen’s profile, though she was an anonymous set of letters and numbers now.

Input Interpretation: Why don’t you stand up and hike up that skirt?

Interrogative: [Why don’t] {NOT DOUBLE NEGATIVE}

Component Command: [001] {stand up}

Component Command: [002] {hike up that skirt} [UNKNOWN VARIABLES]

Systemic Response: [subject stands] {SUCCESS}

Systemic Response: [subject hikes:walks] {SUCCESS}

Systemic Response: {INFERENCE} [subject hikes:walks with skirt:clothing item] {FAILURE}

Impedance Increase: [subject systemic response indicates enjoyment] {impedance += 13%}

Uptake Ratio Interpretation: [SUCCESS:SUCCESS:FAILURE] {RESULT = SUCCESS}

Interaction Tag: [NULL]

“Okay,” Colin said, looking over the text on his screen. I think I follow this. The servers break down the text, determine if there are questions, break down the questions in components and—.”

“And the wristband provides biosystemic input to encourage the subject to perform the commands. You used colloquial language, and the system isn’t that smart yet. Here,” she pointed at the screen, leaning with her breast so close to his face he could feel the heat of her, “the system tried to infer what you meant, and obviously failed, so you wanted her—the subject—to lift up or remove her skirt, and she didn’t, because the system—.”

“No,” he corrected her, “she did as I asked.”

“Then she did it on her own, she *wanted* to, rather.” Kristie said. She realized how closed she was to Colin, and stood back up, taking a step back. “You might also notice that there are mostly only questions…interrogatives…listed. The language processor tries to eliminate unnecessary text, otherwise we really *would* be recording everything, but this is also why commands don’t always work. The system doesn’t always recognize them, sometimes recognizes things as commands that aren’t, often deletes real commands, actually. But here,” she leaned over again, “the tags let you define elements of the interaction, and the system will supposedly interpret them better in the future. That’s all Mike’s work. He really is a genius. Machine learning…I don’t really understand it that well. Ah, here’s some examples…oh.” She blushed, putting a hand up to her mouth.

Input Interpretation: Spread your legs.

Possible Command: [Spread…legs] {MANUAL REVIEW NECESSARY}

Component Command: [001] {spread…legs} [UNKNOWN ACTION]

Systemic Response: [subject UNKNOWN ACTION] {FAILURE}

Systemic Response: {INFERENCE} [subject widens stance:moves legs apart] {SUCCESS}

Impedance Increase: [subject systemic response indicates obedience] {impedance += 23%}

Uptake Ratio Interpretation: [SUCCESS: FAILURE] {RESULT = FAILURE}

Interaction Tag: [NULL]

“To clarify, Kristie, after lifting up her skirt, she did spread her legs.”

“I, um, I think I got that.” She clicked in the interaction tag section. “So, here,” she started, all business, “you can choose to identify this as a command.” She clicked a tag option, and the ‘possible command’ changed to ‘command’. “You can indicate the inference was correct,” she clicked another item, and a header reading ‘Manual Command Structure’ appeared, and included a basic variable indicating spread your legs meant to, well, spread your legs, though in the weird language structure of the system. It was mostly automated, he noted. “Technically, you can manually edit manual command structure, but unless you know the parsing structure, you’ll probably just create a repeating failure. That said,” she click ‘Save and Update’, “the next time you ask her—sorry, the subject—to spread their legs, the system will provide positive feedback to do so. It should also eliminate most, if not all of the impedance.”

“Wait, what’s that?” Colin said, pointing to an item that blinked twice. It said ‘Interaction Tag Suggestions’.

“That’s some more…experimental…stuff that Mike was working on.” She opened it. “I don’t really know what’s working or not, but okay,” she pointed to the prior interaction, “where it says ‘subject systemic response indicates obedience’ basically comes down to the subject liking being obedient. That can be interpreted in a handful of ways, but in this situation, it’s fairly obvious. She…well, she was enjoying being submissive to you being dominant. So here we see recommended tags…submission, domination, loyalty, trust, fealty, and a dozen others. But, we know she’s not the dominant one, so we click ‘submission’. The system is supposed to incorporate that into the biosystemic feedback, and on some things, it appears to work, but it is crazy buggy according to Mike. Your mesh idea might actually make this redundant, in some respects, especially since right now, you have to manually accept the tags.” She unchecked the ‘submission’ tag and closed the tagging window. “I just want to be clear, sir, that these subsystems can be broken, okay? I would highly recommend you avoid them altogether until you at least have a more fundamental understanding of the baseline interactions of—.”

“That’s fine, Kristie…really. I haven’t taken a programming class since college, and most of that was gobbledygook to me, so don’t worry. I won’t go messing around.” That seemed to make her happy. “I appreciate you taking the time to walk through all this with me.” He decided to be brazen and reached up, cupping her sex, running his fingers up her labia and through her bush. “If you’d like, I’m really good with my fingers. You should relax a little. Enjoy this job.”

“I, umm…” He slid his hand lower again, and she took a sharp breath, “I…no thank you, sir. I’m sure you can tell that feels good,” she moved his hand away and his fingers were wet, “and I will admit being naked around the guys has been…distrcting.” She blushed. “But I think I want to keep things professional.” Colin noted her phrasing, but didn’t push. “It is my hope,” she straightened up walking around the desk, “that I can be a valuable part of this team, and I would prefer not be, um, *further* distracted.”

“Well, I’d suggest you give into your urges every once in a while. I wouldn’t turn down a handjob.” He gave a light shrug. “But it’s not a problem, Kristie. And I *am* being honest.” He smiled. “You were distracting me a bit—I am very hard right now.” She blushed. “But we won’t have that problem tomorrow or then on…with everyone wearing clothes in the lab and all.”

“Thank you, sir, really, for the opportunity. Thank you.” She moved toward the door.

“Kristie?” She looked back at him. “Your lab coat…?” He laughed. “I don’t mind you walking around naked whenever you want, but…”

“Oh, yes, of course…” She blushed, putting the coat back on, and left the office. Colin waited a few minutes before re-opening Gretchen’s tag window. He selected ‘submissive’ again and started scrolling through the other recommendations. Nothing jumped out at him, but then he went back to the one about hiking her skirt. He developed a manual correction that would result in her lifting her skirt or dress and exposing herself. Mike’s software really did most of the work. He was able to tag the interaction as submissive, exhibitionist, embarrassing, and arousing. Colin had his suspicions that Mike wasn’t necessarily solely focused on the *positive* elements of behavior modification, and more so that he might have told Kristie the system was buggy so she didn’t dig too deeply.

He spent the rest of his day digging through his interactions with his wife, and some of them were hilariously bad, though they didn’t necessarily make him look good, for example, where he told her to stop being so stupid, and the system indicated it could not increase her intelligence. In some respects, it was good he hadn’t told Alison to go fuck herself. He laughed but did find some areas where he was able to tweak the system’s interpretations. He was curious to see how it would work, but there were a few dozen common interactions that would now reinforce elements like her trust, submission, embarrassment, contentment, daring, and hopefully her arousal. Not all at once, of course, but some of them carried multiple inputs. He went home whistling, though a little disappointed Gretchen wasn’t on the bus.

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**Chapter 15: An Obedient Wife**

He walked through the front door and immediately heard his wife talking to her mother, or rather, he should say, complaining.

“He just, it was like he blamed *me* because these weirdos started stripping in front of us.”

“Allie…” He could hear her mother. They were obviously video chatting. “This sort of thing does happen. I could tell you stories about back in the day when your father worked for that software company. You’d think they’d all be straight-laced, but some of the parties…you wouldn’t believe the—.”

“Mom! I don’t need—or want—to hear about any of that.”

“I’m just saying, you should be happy if Colin still gets jealous over you.”

“Hey, Alison, I’m home.” He said, walking into the room.

“I’m just talking to my mom.” Alison said, looking a little guilty.

“No problem, but why don’t you tell your mom you’ll call her back later?” Alison seemed to freeze for a moment, barely the blink of an eye, but she turned back to her computer.

“Mom, I have to go for now. I’ll talk to you later.” She closed the laptop. “Hello.” She said, a little defensively.

“Can I tell you I’m sorry?” He asked. She twitched again, that slight pause, but smiled and stood up. Alison wasn’t feeling faint, really, but if she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought she was drunk.

“You can.” She said, taking a step toward him.

“Let me give you hug.” There was another brief pause, but she moved into his arms.

“Umm…thank you for apologizing.” She said, though he hadn’t really apologized, just asked if he could.

“Have I told you how good you look?” He asked. Alison felt that wash of pleasant booziness. She hadn’t had a drink all day, though there were days in the past when Colin had that effect on her. “Have I told you, you have a great ass?” He grabbed it. She was surprised to find herself getting wet. She really was happy to see him. Her mother had been right. She should have more faith in him. She really should trust him more.

“Why don’t you take off those clothes?” He said, grinning. She wasn’t quite a different person, but the shift in demeanor was obvious, and quickly at that. Even as he asked to hug her, he watched a pleasant smile spread across her face and her nipples get hard under her tank top.

“Now? Here?” She asked. He nodded, but Alison was already stripping. When she was naked he pointed to the floor.

“Get on your knees and put my cock in your mouth.” She gave a slight shudder. Alison was getting surprisingly turned on by Colin being so…forceful. She felt a little wetness trail down her inner-thigh, and it seemed like a good idea not to disappoint him. She got on her knees, and took his cock out of his pants, putting it in her mouth, and started blowing him. It was strange, it was as if the act of oral sex was getting her more aroused. She felt more wetness welling between her legs. “Now bend over the couch.” She got up and did as he asked. She heard his pants hit the floor as he stood behind her and he slipped inside her with ease.

“Ohhh…fuck…that’s so good!” She wasn’t much of talker during sex, but every word if it was true. It was like he was stoking a fire inside her.

“Tell me you want my cock.” He said, and Alison felt herself clench, a wave of pleasure sweeping through her. “Tell me you want my cock.”

“Ohh…I want…oh, oh…god…I’m coming! Ohh…” She was bucking as he continued to pump into her. She’d reached orgasm in less than two minutes. He kept pumping away until he neared his finish and he leaned over her, whispering.

“I want to come on your face again.”

“Fuck yes, please…” She hissed, and slid off the couch, turning to face him. She closed her eyes, and he let loose, just spraying her as messily as he could, and she had a wide smile on her face. After he was done, she cleared the come from around her eyes, looked down at it on her hand, and then looked at him with a spark of challenge in her eyes. She licked her hand clean as he watched. It was something she’d always wanted to do, just to see the shock on his face, and it seemed like the perfect time to be more…daring. “I’m going to need to get cleaned up…and probably put some clothes on.” She smiled.

“*Maybe you should just leave the come where it is*?” He suggested, and this was really the final test. He saw the same exchange in the database from the night that Janelle jumped in their pool and he and Alison had their fun in the bedroom.

“I…” She looked glassy eyed for a moment. “Do you really like to see me like this?”

“I like to see you as the woman I fuck, the one who makes me come so hard it goes all over her.” She blushed.

“Okay…” She said, standing there smiling.

“*So, what’s for dinner*?” He asked. He watched as she trembled. He’d really loaded the question in the database with a series of tags to heavily arouse her in multiple ways.

“Fuck…I can’t believe I’m still so…*horny*…”

“Really?” Colin raised an eyebrow. “I *just* fucked you, and you came…maybe you like being a little come slut?”

“Colin! How could you *say* that?”

“What? That you’re a come slut, or that you *like* being a come slut?” He laughed.

“I should be really mad at you.” She smiled.

“Probably.” He took a step forward and slid a hand between her legs. She really was wet again. “Are you a come slut?” He asked. “Are a little slut who loves cock?”

“Colin…” She wasn’t really protesting being too distracted by what his hand was doing. Her eyes closed and he looked at her face still glistening.

“Say it…you know you want to.” He gripped her ass with one hand as he fingered her with the other. “Are you a come slut?”

“Yes…yes, fuck yes…I’m a come slut!” She leaned into his hand and he kept going.

“Are you a little slut who loves cock?” He asked.

“I’m *your* little slut who loves cock.” She responded.

“What’s for dinner, Alison?” She was gasping as he asked her. “What’s for dinner?” She started coming, moaning, and grinned as he felt her squirt in his hand, her wetness hitting the tile floor with the light smack of rain drops.

“Ohh…oh god, I don’t know what came over me…” She blinked, backing away from him.

“I came over you. Literally and figuratively.” He laughed. “But Alison, you can clean up before dinner. I was just having some fun.”

“I had *most* of the fun, I think.” She said. She walked away, a bounce in her step, completely unconcerned about her nudity or otherwise. Colin realized he’d stumbled onto something with the tagging system. It was hard to tell if everything worked with Alison, partly because she was his wife, maybe he’d always just need to be more…demanding of her. It wasn’t as if she wouldn’t do many of these things with him, but just a few minutes earlier she’d appeared completely willing to leave his semen on her face for as long as he cared to see it. *That* was most definitely out of character.

**End Part 8**

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9roddz/the_neighborhood_part_8