The Unmentionable Things that Transpire Behind Closed Doors
She was feeling things she knew she shouldn't feel. But the way Kyle looked at her, Connie couldn't help it. She knew there would be repercussions if the authorities at the Human Decency Coalition read her brain scans.
(Luckily, as an agent of the HDC, she was exempt from the monitoring that was just part of a normal day for regular citizens. The battery of testing she endured during the hiring process ensured that she was a low risk.)
The fundamentalist organization known as the Human Decency Coalition, founded in the early 2100s, obliterated any facet of society that caused mankind to wander from the path to Human Perfection. Defectors were gathered and sent to Moral Correction Camps, where physically grueling labor and a series of brutal beatings were carefully orchestrated to crush their spirits. After this, they could be integrated back into society as normal, broken human beings. (The few who refused to assimilate were quietly disposed of.)
Sex, lust, independent thinking and individuality were systematically snuffed out. All forms of literature, music and visual media -- as well as the Internet -- were banned from private use. Entertainment for the masses could only be enjoyed in public spaces, and was carefully chosen to prevent that which could provoke free thinking.
Citizens who met the rigid requirements to become agents were generously rewarded free room and board, clothing allowances and other perks from the HDC. And Connie was a shining example of the benefactors of the such generosity. The authorities fast-tracked her from pencil pusher to field agent within a few months. She arrived early to begin her new position at the start of the week.
"Good morning, Connie," Kyle chirped. "I'm so glad you could be here early. You're going with me on a ride-along today."
Connie brimmed with excitement.
"Now, I have to warn you, you may encounter some things today that challenge your sense of Decency. Just remember that these are sick individuals who have lost their way and need to return to the path of Righteousness."
They randomly inspected houses and businesses for any sign of contraband. After the first few uneventful visits, they made a scandalous discovery. A house with a nursery had a hidden room behind the crib, obscured by a pink and yellow baby quilt.
After backup came, Kyle led his fellow agents through a dark tunnel leading to a secret room filled with things Connie didn't even know existed. Rubber apparatuses shaped like penises! Leather underpants! Bottles labeled "lubricant", which was apparently a curious, slippery liquid.
They had a few more successful raids that day, and Connie was thoroughly exhausted as they returned to the office.
"Hey, great job today, Connie," Kyle said, offering a handshake. "I know you're tired. Let me take you to dinner to celebrate your first day in the field."
"That sounds great!"
"Fantastic! I'll pick you up at your house an hour from now," he said.
One hour later, Connie heard the doorbell. She opened the door to see Kyle with a stunning blonde woman with piercing green eyes.
"Connie, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Lynda," Kyle announced. "She wanted to hang out with us tonight. I hope that's OK."
Connie politely nodded. They shook hands and headed out.
During dinner, Connie befriended Lynda, careful to show that she was a good sport despite having the third wheel along. During a few brief moments Lynda would put her hand on Connie's leg while chatting, or lean in just a little closer than Connie was used to. She appreciated the friendliness, but wasn't sure what to make of Lynda's behavior.
After dinner, the shuttle ride became a little more interesting. Kyle revealed that Lynda was his girlfriend, but they weren't exclusive. Sometimes they were mutually attracted to someone, and all three of them would spend the night together. Connie was shocked.
"I'm not sure what to make of this, Kyle," she exclaimed in a wavering voice. "You know what the authorities will do if they catch you."
"Connie, Connie, Connie," Kyle laughed, flashing a devilishly seductive smile as he shook his head. "Do you really believe humans are capable of ignoring their libidos, hiding their feelings, suppressing their lusts?"
Connie looked at him in total confusion, mouth agape.
"The HDC, Correction Camps, the million-and-one strict rules to maintain the standards of Human Perfection? This is all just a way to control the masses. We force-feed these fairy tales to them about morality and Human Decency, even dealing severe punishment for giving in to their all-too-human urges. Being forced to keep those urges down is what keeps the people so pre-occupied that they become easy to control and manipulate," Kyle explained, his deep brown eyes penetrating Connie's soul. He looked at her silently for a moment, until she felt like she was going to burst. "I have something to show you. Not only is Lynda my girlfriend, she's the owner of the largest underground brothel in the world."
Connie's jaw dropped.
They arrived at an abandoned restaurant on an empty street. It was a dead zone for the drones, Kyle explained, so there was no danger of brain scanning in this area. It was also why it was abandoned.
Lynda opened a secret panel and entered a code, then had her eyeball scanned. A narrow staircase opened before them.
As they descended, a parlor came into full view. Monitors around the room showed images of available escorts. Lynda opened a side door, and led Kyle and Connie through to a secret passage. Down the narrow corridor, they could see through one-way mirrors the unmentionable things that transpired behind closed doors.
In the first room, two women kissed, their tongues dancing as they ran their hands up and down each others' bodies. The tall, lithe redhead removed her bra to reveal pert, eraser-sized nipples that stood at full attention, as if offering a salute to her partner's gorgeousness. The curvy blonde cupped the redhead's breasts and lowered her head, alternating between swirling her tongue around the nipples and kissing them sweetly.
Connie felt herself tingling in ways she never had before. She bit her lower lip, secretly longing to be in that room. As her hands found their way to her own breasts, gently massaging and cupping, her breath quickened, and she moaned softly. She jumped when she felt hot breath on her neck.
Kyle whispered in her ear, "They're beautiful, aren't they? ... It's OK to feel what you're feeling right now, honey. This is perfectly natural."
She felt like she would pass out at any moment. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body to hers as they watched the women make love to each other. Kyle showered her neck and shoulders with hot, sweet kisses as the redhead laid the (now fully nude) blonde down on the bed, licking and kissing every inch of her beautiful, elegant body. The blonde arched her back in response.
The redhead slid her hands up the blonde's legs, and in one swift motion, grabbed the blonde by the ass and pulled her close. She knelt down and started kissing the blonde's lower lips. The blonde used her legs to raise her hips toward the redhead's mouth as she lapped up her partner's juices like a thirsty cat.
Connie could see the intense pleasure on the blonde's face, which nearly mirrored that which she herself was feeling as Kyle reached his hand up her skirt and massaged her clitoris with his left hand, while cupping her breasts with his right hand and kissing her right neck and shoulder. As she felt his huge, hard cock pressing against her, she was filled with equal parts anticipation and anxiety.
"You want me, don't you," Kyle whispered. "Don't be nervous, hon. I promise you'll like it. Just relax, enjoy the show, and let me work my magic."
Connie moaned and ground her ass against his hips in response.
Things were now more intense for the lesbians as well. The blonde was now bucking against the redhead's mouth as she screamed in passion, "Fuck me! I can't take it any more! FUCK ME NOW!"
The redhead was quick and eager to oblige. She straddled the blonde, grinding herself against the blonde as she lowered her mouth to kiss her. They moaned together, stroking each other's bodies.
Kyle leaned in and whispered, "Do you want me to fuck you now, Connie? I promise you won't regret it."
Connie moaned softly, then nodded. "I've never done this before, Kyle."
"I know. I'll be gentle."
Kyle knelt down in front of her, pulling her panties down slowly until they fell to the floor. He buried his face in her pussy, kissing, licking, sucking. She grabbed onto the wall for support, careful to not make any noise to reveal their presence. She bit her lip as he made her come.
She looked through the one-way mirror again to see the women in a strange position, bumping their crotches together. "Scissoring," Kyle called it.
He unzipped his pants to reveal a hard, erect penis that made Connie gasp. She had never seen one in person. She wasn't sure how it would even fit inside her.
"Are they normally that size?"
"No, honey. I'm what they call 'well-endowed.'"
In sudden embarrassment, Connie gasped and turned to see the women still scissoring, but much faster than before. She gasped in a high pitch as Kyle began to enter her from behind. It hurt, but at the same time it felt really fucking good.
It was impossible for Connie to contain herself. She had never known this intense pleasure in her entire life. Kyle put his hand over her mouth as her moans turned into screams of ecstasy with each delicious stroke of his beautiful penis. He chuckled softly into her ear.
"I take it you're having a good time, honey," Kyle whispered. She nodded. After a few intensely satisfying moments, he gave one final thrust, nibbling her ear as they watched the women finish their lovemaking at the same time.
"I trust you two are enjoying yourselves."
Connie jumped, then turned in the direction of the voice. In a panic, she quickly pulled her panties up over her bottom, still moist from the intermingled juices.
"Lynda," Kyle whispered with a wink. "How long have you been watching?"
Lynda laughed softly, smiling slyly. "Come on, you two. There's more for Connie to see."
Connie was still reeling from what she had just experienced when she saw a strange sight in the next room: a woman was on her hands and knees between two men. At her front, a man grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. Her bare ass was in the air, her legs spread wide. Another man came up and stuck his penis into her asshole, and started thrusting. Three more men waited their turns, stroking their dicks while they watched the trio in flagrante delicto.
Connie's eyes grew wide as she watched the woman on her knees, going back and forth between the two men.
"He's fucking her up the butt! I didn't know you could do that!"
"Oh, yes, Connie," Lynda replied. "Sodomy has been around for a long time, my dear." She smiled like a cat eying her prey.
Connie blushed. "Doesn't that hurt?"
"Oh, yes! In the best possible way! ... So, do you recognize that woman's face?"
"I can't exactly see it right now."
"That's Florenia Jessup, the HDC's head spokesmodel! She's one of my biggest clients, and she LOVES taking it up the ass!"
Lynda motioned to the next room, where a group of men writhed together in a tangle of sweaty bodies. It was a sea of grunting, testosterone, and wandering hands that took Connie's breath away. She was as confused as she was fascinated.
Kyle leaned in and whispered, "At least five of these guys are in the upper echelons of the HDC. They come in through the back door, and keep their faces hidden until they are in the room. None of them are aware of this secret passageway."
Connie nodded, and looked to see some of the men coming, their juices spouting into the air, or spilling onto other men. Some of the participants in this orgy were completely covered in man-juices from an indeterminable number of partners.
Lynda then led them to a private lounge, where she made drinks for all three of them. Connie and Kyle sat on an L-shaped sofa, watching Lynda. She brought the drinks over, then sat on the other side, placing Connie between herself and Kyle.
Lynda conversed happily with Connie as they enjoyed their drinks, while Kyle looked on. After a few minutes, he whispered into Connie's ear, "Do you think she's pretty?"
Connie looked over her shoulder at Kyle.
"I think she's beautiful," Connie shyly replied.
"I've seen the way you look at her," Kyle said. "Would you like to kiss my girlfriend?"
Lynda smiled and leaned in.
"I think you're beautiful, too, Connie."
She cupped her hands behind Connie's head and slowly brought her in for a kiss. Their tongues danced as their hands slowly stroked and caressed each other's bodies. Lynda pulled the dress over her head to reveal large, firm, rounded breasts that were roughly the size of grapefruits, and the complete absence of panties. Connie took a second to take in Lynda's beautiful form.
She responded in kind, slowly removing her shirt, then her bra. She couldn't remove her skirt quickly enough. Her panties were still moist from her encounter with Kyle.
Lynda smiled slyly, then embraced Connie, sliding her hand to Connie's mound and fingering her.
"I want to fuck you right here," she breathed. Connie started to go moist with anticipation. "Kyle can watch, can't he?"
Connie nodded, then hungrily kissed Lynda, gyrating against her body as she wrapped her arms and legs around her.
Lynda stuck two fingers inside Connie, gently pushing them in and out as Connie moaned.
"Now do the same to me," she said.
Lynda laid down on her back, her hands gripping the side of the sofa for balance. Connie gently fingerfucked Lynda as she sucked, kissed and licked her breasts.
"Good, Connie," Lynda whispered. "Now lick my pussy."
Connie slid down Lynda's body, hands trailing down to her ass. She began slowly, gently kissing Lynda's mound. She slipped her tongue inside, and heard Lynda gasp and smile. Lynda separated her labia to reveal her glistening ladyparts, and looked deep into Connie's eyes as her tongue ran over her lips.
Connie lowered her face to take in the fine meal that was before her, when she felt something pressing behind her.
It was Kyle. He had gotten so turned on by the show that he wanted to join in. He caressed her butt cheeks gently, then squeezed them a little firmer
Lynda whispered in Connie's ear, "Let me make love to you from the front while he fucks you up the ass."
Connie was taken aback.
"Baby," Lynda breathed. "The best orgasm in my life was during anal. And it was Kyle who gave it to me. He knows what he's doing, and he's very good at it."
Connie looked into Lynda's eyes, and kissed her. She looked back at Kyle, who leaned in to kiss her. Then, she nodded.
Lynda kissed Connie again, then, kiss by kiss, made her way down to Connie's breasts, where she teased her nipples with her tongue.
Connie moaned with excitement, savoring the moment. Just then, she felt Kyle's finger sliding into her backside. She gasped, then focused to relax her muscles to allow entry.
While Kyle fingered her anus, Lynda explored her front side with kisses and gentle strokes of her fingers. Connie was overwhelmed with pleasure and anticipation.
Kyle nibbled Connie's ear and whispered, "Are you ready?"
Connie felt a rush of excitement moving through her body. She nodded, kissing Kyle passionately.
As Kyle slowly entered Connie, she moaned from the intense mixture of pleasure and pain. Lynda licked her fingers, then slid them in and out of Connie's vagina to the rhythm of Kyle's thrusting.
Connie felt like a bolt of electricity was traveling through her body. She alternated between kissing Lynda and Kyle, her hands gliding over her partners' bodies. Connie screamed with pleasure, and this time Kyle didn't try to muffle her. He and Lynda moaned together in a sensual duet of passion, their voices intermingling with the sweet sounds of Connie's screams.
The three of them collapsed on the couch together, a tangle of exhausted limbs, softly kissing each other and enjoying the sweet release.
Connie smiled as she thought to herself, Oh yes, I'm really going to like this job.