Turing Tested (Closed)

[wanna_be]

Farridan's fingers leaving her mouth, and his cock leaving her pussy, provoke a grumble of resentment from Sophie. She's exhausted, and likely couldn't take another orgasm without collapsing completely. Part of her wants him to do just that to her though. To take her to the point that there is no return from, as it is her mind is so dazed and cumdrunk that all she can think of right now is him.

She curls into him as he guides her onto his lap, pulling her legs up and nestling her head into his chest before turning her eyes up towards him. She's almost surprised to see the expression that meets her. That is to say, she is surprised to have her gaze met by an expression at all. She's only seen a blank indifference in his face up to this point, but there is an undoubted set of emotions coming through now. He looks… satisfied, and a strange thrill of delight thrums through her own body as she recognises the emotion.

Wordlessly, she nods in response to his question, before remembering his instructions to her earlier. "Ummmm… yes sir… that was… that was…"

She trails away. It's difficult to describe. No boyfriend has ever obliterated her mind like that. Even in her wildest and most passionate moments she's never been so completely lost in the moment, so completely surrendered to someone else's power. Perhaps that's why she's never even approached the heady heights of pleasure that Farridan drove her to. Being in control of her own orgasms seems almost pedestrian by comparison now.

Still unable to put the feelings in to words, she looks away from him, dropping her gaze down and pushing her head against his chest in an effort to avoid the awkwardness she is feeling that way. "I don't know how…"

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The next day Sophie is once again kneeling beside Farridan's desk. He hasn't returned her to that same state of numbed bliss yet, so she remains there. If she moves she fears he might never return her to that state. He had expected her naked today, and she'd obeyed, still desperately seeking that strange, empty feeling, that sensation where she has surrendered everything to him and he has given her so much in return.

Even so, she's not prepared for the sound of the elevator, scrambling to her feet as she hears the machine announce its arrival. She takes a half step behind Farridan. He's the only solid and opaque object in the room, and the only thing left to hide behind. She might be naked before him, but what if a member of the board has come for a meeting? What might they do if they see her naked and kneeling beside Farridan. She was supposed to control him, not the other way around.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan reaches up to place a hand on Sophie's shoulder. He doesn't pull on her or jerk her around - instead, his hand is just a gentle pressure guiding her back to her seat. "Don't worry," he says, simply. "They understand enough."

The elevator dings and slides open, and an ebullient voice declares before it's even all of the way open, "Farridan, came to see how the new girl's doing! You worked your magic yet?"

Blake Mohan is a blonde, dapper young man with a brilliant smile and an intensely personal manner - everyone is his friend and he's everyone's friend in turn, a schmoozer and mover extroardinaire. He's classically attractive, tall and thin and with a swimmer's physique, probably with his own exercise coach, private fitness club, and as many gym babes to ogle as he wants. His suit is a dark, silky thing that probably costs more than what most people are driving. Behind him follows, presumably, his secretary, a full-figured blonde with her hair in a demure bob, wearing the sort of short skirt and just-parted enough blouse to make people wonder what her job really is. Neither one hesitates a whit as they come in, not even at the sight of Sophie's nude form.

"I see so!" he says, cheerful, and strides across the room to plop into the chair opposite Farridan. "Excellent, excellent. You do fantastic work, you know that Farridan? I mean both in the box and with the hired help, yeah? No jokes here."

He raises his hands with an easy smile.

Farridan doesn't so much as blink, though the way he leans back in his chair suggests a certain level of lowered formality. "Mohan," he says, even. Then he turns and nods to the man's apparent aide. "Helena."

"Farridan," she replies, in a low contralto like thick honey. Her lips turn up in a smile, but that's all she offers as she quietly draws a floor cushion almost exactly akin to Sophie's and sets it beside Blake's chair, offering a comforting nod to her counterpart across the desk. "Don't worry. Sit back down," she invites.

For all that she's more dressed than Sophie, her quiet assurance makes the silver collar around her neck more obvious than any chain.

 

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The woman, Helena has already dropped to the floor, kneeling carefully atop one of the floor cushions. She has done so without a second thought, now her husky voice is drawing Sophie down to join her. Helena's eyes don't stray down Sophie's bodies like the man's had, they stay fixed on Sophie's. She doesn't have the same, hypnotic void that Farridan possesses, but there's still something magnetic about her. Some shared kinship perhaps.

Slowly Sophie drops back to the floor, gathering her feet under her as she kneels carefully beside Farridan. She's still skittish, hesitant, so she fixes her gaze on the blonde opposite her. She's undeniably attractive, her figure the kind that Sophie would have killed for. Sophie finds her eyes drawn to the silver collar around her neck as the blonde's eyes finally trace down her form.

Helena smiles, it seems that Farridan has as much taste as ever. Though physically Sophie is different from her, there is an undeniable fragility about her, and calling her cute would be right on the mark. Helena doesn't even need to imagine her naked, thanks to Farridan's training methods.

Sophie tears her eyes away from the collar, finally, to realise that Helena has been studying her. There is a look on Helena's face that makes Sophie blush, not that it is particularly difficult to do so. She looks away, up to the man that the blonde woman accompanied. He's well dressed, though not in the same careless way that Farridan is. This man looks like he cares about what value people place on his clothes. Not to mention his other possessions.

Speaking of those, Sophie draws her attention back to the woman before her. She hasn’t moved, and looks more than comfortable on her knees than Sophie feels. "I'm… Sophie."

She felt a need to introduce herself, everyone else seems to know each other, which leaves her the sole anonymous member of the room, though not quite the conversation. Helena smiles knowingly, lifting a finger to those full lips that leave Sophie desperately jealous. Sophie opens her mouth to ask why, but Helena ignores her, turning her eyes onto Farridan, a look flashing in her eyes that makes Sophie want to slap her. She curls her hands into fists instead, turning her own attention up to Farridan, letting the two men continue with their conversation without her interrupting.

 

[Obuzeti]

Blake ignores the byplay between the girls, and Sophie entirely - though he does lean his head so he can peer down Helena's cleavage every once in awhile. As compared to Farridan, who sits straight-backed in his seat, Blake slumps back into the cushions, grinning as he relaxes. "You know that Morocco conference is coming up next Thursday, right? They're demoing the new quantum core processor you're so hot about. You gonna be heading out there?"

"It'll be a necessity," Farridan replies. "I'm knocking against the edge of what I can currently accomplish. Touch physics are impossible to model on current-gen systems."

"And who'd give that up, 'ey?" Blake says, reaching over with a hand to fish into Helena's blouse scandalously; she's clearly not wearing a bra, and he cups a heavy breast and rubs a thumb over the nipple. "Not much point in the virtual reality life if there's no skin game in it."

"Touch is indeed the most important sense," Farridan says, unbothered by Blake fondling his assistant directly in front of him. From the brief laugh this provokes out of Blake, it's some kind of inside joke.

"Alright, I'll have Helena pencil that in for next week," Blake says, his lip catching in between his teeth. "Morgan and Tasslehoff will be there too, so we'll have enough of a concordance to make a majority decision, assuming you can bring them 'round."

He flutters his eyebrows at Farridan, who exhales. "I'll arrange something."

"Always love your parties," Blake says with a smile, adjusting himself. His groping of Helena has left him with a visible erection, and he glances down before giving a shrug. "Helena, love, mind giving me a hand here?"

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie cannot help but stare at Blake's hand on Helena's breast. They are clearly bigger than her own, pressing tight against the blouse she is wearing. Sophie glances up at Farridan, but he seems to be ignoring the physical contact. She meets Helena's eyes again for a moment. The older woman seems entirely unperturbed, meeting Sophie's eyes for just a second before Blake speaks again.

She smiles at Blake, her honeyed voice almost dripping from her lips. "Of course sir."

Then to Sophie's shock Helena shifts from her position, unzips Blake's pants and pulls out his cock. She looks at Farridan again, finding him still uninterested in what is going on, then turns her wide, fascinated eyes back to what is going on before her. Helena, smiling to herself, strokes Blake's cock a few times, before licking from base to tip and then taking it into her mouth.

Carefully she pulls her hair back, ensuring that both Blake and Sophie can have a good view. Sophie is not the first new girl that Helena has encountered in Farridan's office. She's been with Blake a long time, and the man always comes to visit when the tech billionaire has acquired a new toy. She still remembers the first time she met Farridan, and all the strange, frightening, and wonderful things that followed. Now she does her best to help each of his new girls when he brings them in. Some are fiery and rebellious, others quiet and submissive from the off. Clearly this girl seems to be the latter. Farridan can't have had her more than a few days and already she is kneeling naked beside his desk.

Blake's hand is in her hair with the pretense of guiding her, though truth be told, Helena needs no guidance. She already knows exactly how to get Blake off as quickly as possible.

Sophie herself is still staring in horrified, and aroused fascination. It's difficult to tear her eyes away, though eventually she does, glancing up at Farridan almost in expectation, with perhaps just a flash of desire there herself. Not for Blake, but to be as confident and assured of her place in the world as Helena clearly is.

Opening her mouth to speak, she pauses as she remembers Helena's early finger to her lips. Instead she stays silent, looking from Farridan, to the pornographic scene before them, and back again.

 

[Obuzeti]

Blake groans in satisfaction and sinks into his chair, a wide grin crossing his face as Helena delicately attends to him. "You know, I thought you were some kind of nerd loser for the longest time - just a jumped-up IT guy. Boy, I was fucking wrong, wasn't I?"

"Yes," Farridan says, the simple abruptness of his reply provoking a guttural chuckle from the other man.

"My bad," Blake answers, and just leaves it out there, unmodified by excuses. This is the reason Farridan can work with him, as churlish as the other board member could be - he's the only one capable of straight out admitting he's wrong, and he does it freely. That freedom and flexibility of thought has made him Farridan's ally in a realm of stodgy, piratical finance executives. It satisfies the sullen, teeth-bared stare that lies down at the bottom of Farridan's soul, and he relaxes into his own chair in turn, glancing aside at Sophie.

"Helena was the first attempt by the board to lay a handle on me," Farridan explains for her benefit. "A honey trap, I think, is the colloquial term. It didn't work out, but she's been a credit to the institution since then, and a trusted set of hands is not a small thing."

"I mean, she is an excellent secretary," Blake admits, "Better than anyone else I've dealt with, but - "

Helena's tongue flicks against him, and his hips shift a little involuntarily, as the man takes a breath. "I know what I look forward to."

Farridan doesn't say anything - doesn't issue an order, not directly. His fingers run through Sophie's hair, absently petting, as he watches Helena work her magic on his erstwhile friend's cock. "Does that bother you?"

 

[wanna_be]

Helena knows exactly how to produce a reaction from Blake, and does so at appropriate times. She might be the one on her knees, but its clear who really has control in that situation. Every time her head shifts just a little, or her tongue flicks against Blake's flesh he moves involuntarily. Sometimes his breath changes in rhythm as Helena show's exactly why she's such a 'valued' employee.

Sophie can't pull her eyes away from the display, only half-listening to the conversation going on above her. She stares, wide-eyed, as one of Helena's hands begins to massage Blake's balls. The two men are still talking as if this is a normal meeting, not as if there's a woman on her knees between them with a cock in her mouth.

Helena smiles to herself, knowing the confusion that must be going through Sophie's mind.

Sophie meanwhile, realises that she is actually being spoken to, looks up at Farridan. There's a slightly hungry look on her face, but it takes her a moment to put her feelings into words. She debates momentarily whether to lie. It does bother her, but perhaps not in the way she might have anticipated. She wonders what response he expects, trying to work out what the best might be. His fingers, running through her hair reassure her somewhat, she's not quite sure why, maybe it's the absent-minded protectiveness they speak to. "A… a little…"

Nervous, she glances from Helena to Farridan, "She's just… ah…" She skips over the obvious, then moves towards what about it bothers her. "I'm not sure if I…" here her eyes flicker downwards to Farridan's lap, and she unconsciously licks her lips. "if I could be that confident." Clearly she's trying to pluck up the courage to ask if she can, but finds herself faltering to be so forthcoming after his recent training, especially so forthcoming about something like this.

She meets his eyes for a moment before dropping her gaze to Helena once again, seeing that the woman has adjusted her position such so that their eyes can meet across Blake's cock. The older woman smiles encouraging around the man's shaft, dropping a friendly wink that makes Sophie blush.

 

[Obuzeti]

Blake laughs, but it's not unkind. He smiles at Sophie. "Hon, anyone you meet up here - we know about all this already. Farridan doesn't meet with losers, that's what we're for. He's up here designing and programming, be it computers or people, and my job is almost specifically to talk around the stupid people in the way of selling it."

At this, Farridan's straight-lipped terseness cracks - a exhale of air - and he turns away for a moment and looks out a window to the side, covering his mouth with one hand.

"Ahhh, see?" Blake crows a little with delight, grinning, and points at Farridan with double finger guns. "Man knows. He likes that I know. We work together well, in that he does cool shit, and I sell it to people. And maybe I could finagle that around into having an upper hand, but -"

He groans and leans back into his chair, his concentration disrupted as Helena's cheeks hollow with a particularly powerful suck, wet and audible in the room.

" - Incentives," he says lazily, and raises a fist in solidarity. "You're good at 'em, man."

Farridan composes himself, and turns back, stone-faced once more. Instead, he reaches down and cups Sophie's cheek. "You already please me," he says, soft, tenderness under miles of stone beating like a magma vein. "You're just learning the cues. You are safe here. I promise."

He leans back into his chair, and inclines his head at her once more. "Go ahead, Sophie. I'm ready."

By the way he has to shift in order to sit back, Farridan probably is. The inseam of his pants is tight against his cock, the outline visible from where Helena's display has held his attention.

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie feels more tenderness from Farridan in that moment than she thinks she has felt from him since she met him. To hear that she already pleases him sends a sudden and unexpected flush of pleasure through her system. Some part of that pleasure earths itself between her legs, and a blush rises in her face.

Inclining her head slightly, she almost tries to follow his hand as it is pulled back, but it seems that is guidance is stopping there for now. It is fairly clear what he wants her to do, and she sits up a little on her heels so that she can more easily reach into his lap. Carefully she unfastens his belt and pants, pulling them and his boxers down to let his cock bounce free. It's hard, and strangely she feels her mouth water at the sight of his shaft.

Wrapping one small hand around the base of his cock, she looks towards where Helena is still sucking Blake's cock. It feels wrong, dirty to be here and sucking a guys cock while someone else is having his own sucked within a few feet. That dirtiness, that wrongness sparks the arousal in her, she can feel the heat growing between her legs even without anything touching her pussy.

A little nervously, she licks the tip of Farridan's cock before wrapping her lips around the head of his shaft.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan exhales a little, a whoof of air exiting his lungs as Sophie's lips close around him. His skin is faintly salty from the taste of sweat, but he's well-trimmed except for a faint trail of black hair leading down from his belly button towards his groin; there's no hair to get in her way. He reaches out and cradles his servant's head in one hand, guiding her in a soft back-and-forth motion without any real pressure.

Blake, by comparison, is much less patient, though Helena appears familiar with his quirks. He's already slid down the business jacket around her shoulders and the lacy brassiere underneath them, revealing heavy, swaying breasts that he gropes with a smile. The interplay between her hands and mouth has him swaying his hips up against her lips involuntarily.

"Jay-sus, love, you could suck the soul right out of a man," Blake moans. "I'm so glad you get off on this too. I love the sight of a woman soaking her panties while she sucks you off. It's the best."

The executive sprawls back over the couch, absently drawing his tie out and tossing it away, then loosening his collar. He's done nothing but get his dick sucked, but sweat springs to his brow and down his neck from the intensity of Helena's blowjob.

 

[wanna_be]

It is not an unpleasant experience. Part of Sophie thought it might have been, despite her desire to partake in the activity alongside Helena, she had been afraid that she wouldn't enjoy it as much as Helena seems to be. Taking her cue from Helena's earlier actions, Sophie moves one hand towards Farridan's balls, stroking against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as she does so.

Helena pulls down the cups of her bra to give Blake easier access to her heavy breasts, smiling around his cock as he moans. She is wet, the heat moistening her panties as her experienced lips and tongue work his cock. It's not for him though, Farridan might have replaced her with several women over the last few years, but she still does this for him. Servicing another man is service for him, especially when he's in the audience. She drops further down on Blake's cock, all the way until her tongue can graze the sensitive skin of his balls. It's only a matter of time.

Sophie meanwhile, is trying not to watch Helena and Blake out of the corner of her eye. Helena is clearly skilled at this, and Blake's words, along with his moans and heavy breaths elicit just a little insecurity in Sophie. Wrapping one hand around the hot flesh of Farridan's cock, she closes her eyes rather than be distracted by the display, though the sounds are still there, she begins to lose herself, just a little in the act. Farridan's touch is gentle, a careful guidance rather than the domineering intensity of the first time. It is almost comforting in its barely there presence.

Driving herself as far down as she can go on Blake's cock, Helena demonstrates an almost complete lack of a gag reflex. She spreads her legs wide, ensuring that Blake, along with Farridan and Sophie should she choose to look, can see the growing damp spot between her legs. Her tongue flicks at his balls again.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan hums and inclines his head, not strained nearly as hard as Blake. "You're doing well," he says, soft. "Keep going, Sophie."

He doesn't use pet names, and doesn't have to. When he uses Sophie's name instead of addressing the air around him, his attention is totally focused on her; for all that Helena's putting on a deliberate show of herself sucking Blake's cock like a slut, he doesn't even twitch an eye in her direction, at those heavy tits or her spread legs; no, his entire focus is on Sophie, eyes soft, watching her learn how to please him between his legs.

Blake isn't so restrained.

"Ffffffffffucck!" he hisses, and his hips jolt as Helena deepthroats him and flicks at his testicles with her tongue. Anything she's done before pales in comparison to this wanton treatment, and within seconds his balls seize up under her clever tongue and pump his seed into her mouth. His hand clamps on the back of Helena's head and makes sure she takes all of it as he groans out his orgasm, shuddering until he finishes.

When he lets go, he sags against the couch, sweat-soaked. "I dunno what your training program is, Farridan," he says, in between deep, drawn breaths as he fumbles out a cigar and lights it, taking a deep draw and exhaling the smoke in curlers of sooty smoke. "But it gets my fucking gold star."

"Thank you," Farridan says, adroit. Blake chuckles at the brief response. "Shower's in the guest suite, as you'll remember."

"Yeah, yeah," Blake says with a nod. As much as the words sound like a dismissal, Blake doesn't look much bothered at all. In fact, he looks almost high, eyes flickering as the waves of orgasm diminish in roiling tide within his nervous system. "I'll, eh, leave you two to catch up. Yeah?"

 

[wanna_be]

Blake leaves, heading up the stairs to the guest suite, the room where Sophie stays. She remains focused on the task in hand, her lips gently moving up and down Farridan's fleshy shaft with growing confidence. She doesn't give much thought to Blake's departure, finding it easier to simply allow her motions to fill her mind. It's strangely calming, almost like she is entering her own trance. It might have been more difficult had she not been in the presence of others. Brief memories of awkward blowjobs in dark bedrooms flit across her mind, each one inducing a slight hesitation before it is gone and she focuses her world around Farridan's pleasure once more.

Helena, now that Blake has left, adjusts her clothing, by which it is meant that she removes each item carefully one at a time, folding them carefully and hanging them over the back of the chair which had held Blake only moments ago. She's clearly a little older than Sophie, but nonetheless attractive for it, long dark hair falls in waves down her back. Her breasts are larger than Sophie's own, dropping more heavily once her bra is removed, though still with a certain youthful tautness.

Faint lines are visible at the corner of her mouth, which deepen as she smiles faintly at the sight of Sophie lost in her own little world. Carefully she touches the girl's shoulder. "You've picked that up faster than I managed to. Even if you need to work on your technique."

Sophie pauses, embarrassed, as she realises that it's just her, Farridan and Helena in the room now. She looks up at Farridan, then slowly, with a gentle sucking sound and a reluctant expression, pulls her lips off his cock. "Sorry, I..."

Helena doesn't allow her to continue her apology, "There's no need to be sorry, you're new, and I can certainly give you some tips that will have him squirming in his chair."

She gives Farridan a smile, knowing full well that he may well reduce her to a puddle for her insolence, though perhaps not while he has a new toy in training. "Maybe we should move this somewhere a little more comfortable. Your room Sir?"