It was Leroy that actually hacked DARPA. I didn’t believe him at first, but he showed me some files all having to do with advanced interrogation techniques.

“Can you build the hardware to implement this stuff?” he asked me.

It was always that way, he was the software genius, and I was the hardware guy that could implement whatever he came up with. We came to Intelletech together from high school six years ago.

“I have no idea, what is it?” I asked. We were sitting in the engineering bullpen; me, Leroy, Mai Lin, and a couple other engineers.

“DARPA has figured out some mind control stuff they use to manipulate terrorist suspects. They can remove the resistance to talking and manipulate memory.” he said.

“It looks like they do it with high powered audio tones at special frequencies. They have a list of the frequencies for different purposes.” I said, looking at the files.

“Yep, and on that list is a frequency for altering the inferior frontal gyrus which is responsible for sexual inhibition. That means you’ll do whatever you really desire without inhibition.

“So, I ask you again, can you build the hardware to do this?” Leroy demanded.

“I think so. Give me a few hours to think about it.”

Five days later I had a crude prototype.

“How does it work? Leroy asked.

“It’s built into a cell phone. If I call another phone, my program turns the other phone’s volume way up and transmits the frequency for removing sexual inhibition. It should work if DARPA’s research is real.”

“Have you tried it yet?”

“Nope. Any ideas for a good test?” Leroy looked across the bullpen at Mai Lin. She is a beautiful Indonesian woman in her twenties and a brilliant engineer. She has a slight build, narrow hips, restrained breasts, jet black hair with a gorgeous face with perfectly straight teeth. She had shot down both me and Leroy, but we still lusted after her.

“Oh, God! That would be wonderful, ” I said.

“But she’d turn us in, ” Leroy said.

“No, my program makes a second call and erases the memory and turns the inhibition back on. I don’t think she’ll remember anything.”

I turned to the other engineers in the bullpen.

“Bill, can you and Tom take an early lunch, we have some classified stuff to discuss.”

I waited until they were out of sight and used my prototype to call Mai Lin’s cellphone. She dug it out of her purse and hit answer. I could hear the loud tone as she put it to her ear. She looked puzzled and hung up.

About a minute later, she looked over at us and said:

“I have a question for you two. Do you think my tits are nice?” She peeled off her sweatshirt and fiddled behind her back taking off her bra. They were B-cups high and hard with dark areolas and black nipples.

“They’re perfect, exactly the right size for your frame, ” Leroy said.

“They’re wonderful. Are your nipples sensitive?” I asked. She brushed her palms over her breasts and the nipples stiffened immediately.

“I have another question. Which of you has the larger penis?” Mai Lin asked.

“I do, ” Leroy said.

“No question, ” I agreed.

“May I see it please?” Mai Lin asked politely.

Leroy pulled his shorts down and pulled out his big dick. He gave it a couple of squeezes to get a little heft to it.

Mai Lin unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down around her knees. She shoved a hand down into her purple thong and started rubbing fast and hard, never taking her eyes off Leroy’s dick which was now really enormous.

Besides the wet squishing noise from her pussy, she was making a crude guttural grunting noise as she jerked off. “Unh! Unh. Unh! It took probably a full minute before she came, but it was worth the wait. With one last loud grunt, she trembled and shook, her belly muscles spasming and her perfect tits jiggling wonderfully. Her legs gave way, and she sank to her knees still twitching and moaning.

I dialed her again and we heard the newer tone from her cell. Immediately after she answered it, she got up from her knees, pulled up her pants, put on her bra and sweatshirt and sat back down at her desk. Leroy had turned his back and put his dick away. We worked the rest of the afternoon, and nobody mentioned anything.

Leroy and I met that night at Smokey Joe’s Bar and Grill.

“That was fantastic! We could have fucked her brains out right there.” Leroy said.

“Only if she wanted to, and not out in the open. The only private place at work with a lock is the conference room. We could take her in there next time.” I suggested.

“We need to think about what we have here and decide what to do with it.”

We watched as the crowd filled up Smokey Joe’s. About ten o’clock we were getting ready to go when Leroy tapped me on the shoulder.

“Look over there at the table, that’s LuAnn David!”

“Didn’t she dump you about a year ago?” I asked.

“Yeah, she was a real bitch about it too. Claimed I was cheap and no good at foreplay. That gives me an idea. Let’s give her a call and find out what she really likes. Here’s her number.” Leroy sounded bitter.

I punched her number into the device and hit Call. We watched her answer the phone. She listened to the tone for a second and hung up. It wasn’t more than two minutes later and she was dancing on the table in her bra and black panties.

“Any of you assholes want a piece of this?” she shouted over the jukebox. A bunch of those assholes did want a piece of that, and we watched as she was body passed over the crowd toward the back room. We hung around another half hour and took a quick peek in the back as we left.

LuAnn was pinned spread eagled on her back on a pool table with two women sucking on her tits and a guy standing between her legs banging her hard. There was a line of guys waiting behind him clear to the back door. She was screaming and thrashing and covered with cum. I dialed the second number as a mercy to her, but I could hear the phone ringing at her table in the front room, so she never got that call. That made Leroy chuckle.

“You know she’ll remember everything she did, ” he laughed.

“That might not be so good. If she remembers the call and looks at the number, where it came from it could lead back to us.” I said. I’ve always been the worrier.

A few days later Steve Cohan, the company owner and president, came over to the bullpen to look down Mai Lin’s dress and to tell us his wife Adele was coming by that afternoon to catch up on the company’s research efforts.

“Be nice to her boys. Remember she’s co-owner with me.”

Adele was a 20 year old French runway model Steve had met in Paris and married a month later. She was a very nice person, surprisingly technical savvy. The engineers had always gotten along well with her.

Adele came by the department about two o’clock on Friday afternoon. She stood in the door of the bullpen leaning on the door frame in a model’s pose and greeted us each by name.

She was five nine and about 120 pounds. She had huge masses of auburn hair worn loose and natural; it hung down over her perfect C-cup breasts. She was wearing a loose sundress in bright summer colors, sandals with no stockings.

“Jay, Leroy and Mai Lin, I want to talk about the new DVM project. Please meet me in the conference room.

I hung back for just a minute, put my device in conference mode and just as they got into the conference room called both Mai Lin and Adele. I saw them both pick up.

When I got into the room, Adele was walking around the room, closing all the blinds on the windows and locking the door.

“All of you take off all your clothes.” She went first. She was wearing expensive fleur de mal lingerie under the sun dress when she dropped it on the floor. An instant later she was naked. Using her clothes as a pad, she lay back on the conference table with her knees apart.

“Jay, Leroy, come suck my tits. Mai Lin, kneel down and eat me.”

She didn’t take long to reach orgasm in this position. Her belly spasmed, she pulled Mai Lin’s head hard into her snatch and gave a little shriek.

“Now Mai come sit on my face and Leroy fuck me.”

After this was arranged and Leroy was pounding Adele’s pud, I climbed up on the table and put my dick in Mai Lin’s face. She seemed surprised and I guessed she had never given a blow job. She caught on very quickly, pursing her lips tightly and taking it deeper with each thrust. She was starting to make the grunting sound just before she came from Adele sucking her clit. I held off until she started shaking in her orgasm before I came down her throat. Very soon after that, Adele came again bucking her hips against Leroy’s big dick.

Adele turned over face down on the table and waited for Leroy to get into her again.

“Get behind me Jay, ” Adele commanded. I straddled her hips, crouching above her ass. I dropped a big gob of spit onto her asshole and pressed the head of my dick against it. She pushed her hips back against both of us and I shoved just the head of my dick into her ass. Mai Lin was lounging on her own pile of clothes spraddled in front of Adele getting her pussy eaten.

Adele gave a little scream when I pushed all the way into her ass. Leroy and I kept up the pumping of this double penetration getting her and us more and more aroused. I felt her sphincter start to squeeze and all three of us hit orgasm at the same moment, pumping Adele full of cum. She screamed again but muffled because her mouth was still locked on Mai Lin’s snatch. Leroy and I pulled out of Adele, dripping cum into the cleft of her ass as we climbed down from the table.

Mai Lin, who hadn’t finished from Adele’s licking, stood facing us and jerked off again. “Unh! Unh! Unh!” and sagged to the floor in another frenzy.

As an experiment, it was amazing. Both of them were absolutely without inhibitions. We propped them against the wall and fucked their faces. We had them sixty-nine and eat each other’s pussies. We had them stand face to face rubbing their tits together and jerking each other off until they collapsed in a twitching pile of flesh.

We bent them over the table and fucked them in the ass. This showed up a limitation in the technology. Eliminating inhibition didn’t eliminate the pain sense. Mai Lin let me fuck her in the ass, but when Leroy tried it with his monster cock, she pushed him away.

The device couldn’t make anyone do anything they didn’t want to, but there was nothing to stop them from doing anything and everything they ever wanted to.

Once we were all spent, I got my device out and called the second number. Both women dug out their phones and I heard the second tone on both.

Five minutes later, me, Leroy and Mai Lin were back in the bullpen and Adele was casually walking down the hall to her husband’s office.

For the next few weeks, Leroy and I had an amazing amount of sex. I built him his own unit. We went through both of our phone books. It worked on everybody, every woman in the company, every ex-girlfriend, and all their friends. Sometimes we had them together and sometime individually. There was a wild afternoon foursome in a motel with Mai Lin and her beautiful mother visiting from Jakarta.

One thing we found out; it wasn’t always us that a woman was interested in. Sometimes they would take the call and attack a different coworker, or their secretary, but often us, since we were closest.

But like anything you do a lot, we got bored and restless.

“Would it work on somebody we don’t know? Leroy asked.

“Can’t see why not, ” I said.

“Who’s the sexiest woman you’ve ever seen? he asked. I had to give it a lot of thought but finally said. “Remember Paulina Bukowski, our World History prof, in senior year?

“Yeah, I’d love to see that!” he enthused.

“Should we just call her? We won’t know where she is. If we could get her class schedule, we could call her in class. Could you do that?”

“Seriously? I hacked DARPA’s research server and you wonder if I can get Bukowski’s cell number and class schedule! Give me an hour.”

It took him two.

“She has no classes today but all day tomorrow. Let’s call just before lunch she’ll be more likely to answer.”

That’s what we did. She answered, listened, and hung up just before her 1 P. M. class, an advanced seminar for seniors. We waited two hours and made the cancel call.

“How will we know what happened?” Leroy asked.

Can you find a number for somebody in the class?”

He gave me the number for her teaching assistant. I used my regular cell phone to call her.

“Hi, Donna? My name is Gerald Latimer, I’m calling from the school district office. Was Dr. Bukowski in class yesterday?”

“Yes, she was, but I can’t talk about that.”

“Why, what happened?”

“You’ll have to call the school office; I can’t talk about it.” And she hung up.

I called the school office and asked for Dr. Bukowski.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Bukowski isn’t available.”

“When can I expect her back?”

“She is on indefinite leave, and I’m not allowed to give out any further information.”

“Allowed by whom, please?” I asked.

“By the police, now please drop the subject.” And she hung up.

“Something big happened yesterday, the cops were called, and nobody will talk about it.” I told Leroy.

“I can look at the police report, if you give me until tomorrow, ” he said.

“So, what did the police report say?” I asked him the next day.

“A faculty member looked through the door of Bukowski’s class. The door was locked so he called the cops. They were there in ten minutes and got a key from maintenance. The officer’s report says he witnessed her naked on a table being penetrated by two male students and orally contacted by a female student. He also reported many other students engaged in various sexual activities around the room.

They took Dr. Bukowski into custody and took her to the county jail. She was booked on an array of charges including sexual assault, public indecency, third degree rape and other charges. His report also says that a student was filming the whole episode with her cell phone. The phone was confiscated and entered into evidence.

“I’d love to see that video!”

“Well, you’re in luck. Somebody besides me hacked that server and stole and posted the video on Pornhub. Search on ‘teacher fucks whole class’. It’s almost ten minutes long. Judging from the way some faces are blocked I’m guessing it was one of the students that uploaded it.”

I watched the video that afternoon.

It starts with Bukowski in a grey skirt and white blouse sitting on the front of her desk lecturing. She gets a phone call. At the thirty second mark, she lifts her skirt and rubs her silk panties. She opens her blouse and rolls her nipples. She strips completely and continues masturbating on her desk. At the one-minute mark she gestures up a guy who kneels and eats her. At five minutes Bukowski is being DP’d, two girls are sucking her tits, students are fucking each other all over the room, as the camera pans the room.

At the eight-minute point the cops come in. They cuff her, wrap her in a blanket and lead her away. They take the phone from the girl filming. The end of her video shows nothing but the top of the head of the girl eating her out. The film already had more than a million views and a 99% rating.

Leroy and I spent long hours talking about how to monetize the invention. I thought we could just sell them, but he couldn’t see how to start marketing the device. I decided to try. I refined the device so that it blocked the number it used to call from. That way nobody could trace it back to us. I cleaned up the design. It was just a little thicker than a regular cell phone. It had nothing but a key pad and buttons for send and redial. It didn’t store or transmit any numbers.

I called Mr. Bandle, the owner of a manufacturing company where I had interned for a couple summers.

“Jay nice to hear from you! Sure, come on over this afternoon we can chat, maybe I can convince you to come work for me.”

I got to his office about two o’clock. I knew Sophia Bell, his secretary, from my internship. She had perfect dark skin. She was African, Jamaican, and Cherokee she had told me. She was wearing a floral print midi dress and sent me into Bandle’s office. I gave him a short sales pitch.

“So, you’re telling me this device removes all sexual inhibition from anybody you call with it? That sounds pretty farfetched. Do you have any evidence?” he asked.

“Wanna see a demonstration? Give me Sophia’s cell number.” He read it off to me. I dialed and we heard it ring in the outer office.

“So, what happens now? He asked.

“Just wait a couple minutes.”

Within three minutes, the office door opened, and Sophia came in.

“Mr. Bandle, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and today’s the day.” She slipped the dress’s shoulder straps off and pulled her dress down to her knees.

“Sophia! What are you doing?”

She was rubbing her nipples and had one hand down between her legs. After a few moments she dropped to her knees and crawled behind Bandle’s desk. She unzipped him and took him in her mouth. I watched his eyes get very wide.

“Please take me now, Mr. Bandle!” She stood up and lifted him by the hands and bent over his desk. She reached back between her legs and guided him in. He grabbed her hips and started banging her hard. She bucked her hips and moaned as he pushed deeper and harder. After a few moments, she lifted her head and looked at me. She had her mouth open wide and her tongue over her teeth. I was plenty aroused; I stood, unzipped and pushed deep into her mouth and synchronized my thrusting with Bandle pounding her from behind. She grunted as she took the meat from both ends. It took a couple minutes, but I felt her throat start to squeeze the head of my cock and we both came in her at the same moment. She lay flat twitching on the desk dripping cum on the floor and the desk. Eventually she got up, pulled her dress back up and went back to her desk in the outer office.

I pressed redial/cancel and heard her answer it through the door.

Bandle was staring at me with his mouth hanging open. “What if she tells my wife?”

“She won’t, I’ve wiped her memory. She won’t remember it at all.” I told him.

“It really works! How did you build this thing? Does it always work?

“I can’t tell you how we developed it, and yes, it has worked in every test we’ve made.

“What does it do to guys? What do you want for it?”

“I have no idea what it would do to a man, probably just remove his inhibition like everybody else, and I think people would pay ten thousand dollars for it. I want you to manufacture it and market it. I have no idea how, but your marketing department will figure it out. Give them a demo if you have to. You get ten percent of gross sales.

“Maybe we should do a demo now while you’re here, ” Bandle suggested.

“Sure, I’ve got time.”

We went down to the first floor to the marketing department. There was the director’s office with a picture window overlooking the whole room. There were about eight people working in the room.

“Margaret, this is Jay Liebman. Jay, this is Margaret Baize, the director of the marketing department.” Margaret was about forty, an extremely prim and proper lady; very elegantly dressed, coifed and well built; very chesty and a round mature figure.

“Margaret, is there an all call setting on the console?” I asked.

“Sure, if you flip this switch, you can everybody’s cell phones at once.”

“Margaret, please go down to the floor for a few minutes.” Bandle said. She gave him an affectionate look and left the office. We saw her walking through the department sending puzzled glances back at us through the glass.

“Don’t call my phone, ” Bandle ordered me.

I patched my device into her board, deselected Bandle’s number and made the call. We saw everybody in the room dig out their phones and answer. We watched Dick Leathers, the assistant head of marketing, come out of his corner office. He walked up behind his secretary, Donna, and slipped his hands under her blouse from behind. She pushed her hips back against him and did a little grind while she unbuttoned her blouse. Within two minutes she was completely naked.

Donna was African American, with skin the color of Hershey’s chocolate, long straight legs, b-cup tits, a perfect round ass and natural hair to her shoulders and a smooth shaved snatch. She knelt in front of Leathers and unzipped his pants.

By this time, the prim and proper Margaret had disrobed and come to the window looking longingly up at Bandle. She pressed herself against the window, those big tits spreading out on the glass. She was rubbing herself between her legs.

The two college interns, one skinny with a short haircut and the other a busty sexpot with masses of blond hair were making out passionately, hand wandering over each other’s bodies. Within another five minutes they were both naked. Leathers pulled his cock out of Donna’s throat, bent her over her desk and rammed into her. Her hands clawed at the desk on every thrust. He pulled out of Donna and blew loads of cum onto her back.

He walked over to where Margaret was still jerking off against the window maintaining eye contact with Bandle. Leathers ran his hand down Margaret’s rump and slipped a finger up her ass. It was the last straw, she had an epic shattering orgasm, her mouth gaping open in a shriek we couldn’t hear through the glass.

The skinny intern had the busty blond intern on her back on a table and was eating her relentlessly.

It became clear that it was Donna the secretary that was on everybody’s mind. Seeing Leathers pull out of her, a salesman walked over and took his place. When he was done, the copier repairman took his turn. The skinny intern pushed the repairman out of her way and knelt to eat Donna; at the same time, the blond intern climbed up on the desk and lowered her snatch onto Donna’s face.

Leathers had Margaret on the floor titfucking her. When he finished, Margaret, who was apparently suppressing more than unrequited lust for Bandle, crawled across the room for a taste of Donna’s pussy. Her nice rounded ass sticking up in the air attracted some attention, so while she was eating Donna, Leathers, the repairman and a salesman all pumped loads into Margaret.

The orgy had been going on for twenty minutes. Evey body had fucked everybody they wanted to, and I took out my device again.

“Don’t call Leathers, ” Bandle said.

“He’ll remember, if I don’t call, ” I told him.

“That’s what I want. He’ll be in charge of marketing this thing and I want him enthused about the product.”

I clicked Leather’s number off the call list on the board and called everybody else. It took ten minutes of wandering around and locating clothes, but then everybody went back to their desks and work.

A month later I visited again with circuit design documents and specifications. I signed an agreement with Bandle’s company. He told me that Leathers had launched a very aggressive Internet campaign and that they had almost a thousand advance orders.

In a few months Leroy and I were multi-millionaires. By Christmas Leroy was dead. He was drunk and high on coke when he crashed his Lamborghini into a bridge abutment. Mai Lin was in the passenger seat. There was a little evidence of funny business, and I couldn’t help wondering if DARPA might have figured out what he had done and taken their vengeance.

I wasn’t taking any chances and bought a beachfront villa on Nggatirana in the Solomon Islands. The islands have no extradition treaty with the U. S.

The lady hired to clean the villa had a beautiful daughter with the rare blond hair gene. Her mother was afraid she would be an old maid since she was already eighteen and unmarried. Based on my ability to take care of her and by extension her whole family, I was given permission to marry Dolin Oniki. It was a big traditional Oceanic wedding with a war canoe and everything. Dolin is a very beautiful girl with lovely dark skin and a great figure. We have been very happy for almost two years. We are expecting our second next summer.

I never used the device on her, in fact I don’t even own one anymore. She’s plenty uninhibited for me.

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