Give you head

You look at Vanessa, her emerald eyes filled with that new artificial devotion. The small office suddenly feels very private, secluded from the busy gym outside. Perfect.

"I want you to eat me out," you say, testing the boundaries of your handiwork. "Right here, right now."

Vanessa's breath catches, her pupils dilating further. Without hesitation, she drops to her knees before you, her copper hair falling forward around her face.

"I've dreamed of this," she whispers, her voice thick with fabricated desire. "I've wanted to taste you since the moment we met."

Her hands slide reverently up Sam's athletic legs, fingers hooking into the waistband of your workout leggings. With deliberate slowness, she pulls them down along with your underwear, her gaze never leaving your eyes as if seeking continued permission.

The cool air of the office touches your exposed skin as you sink back onto the loveseat, spreading Sam's legs. Vanessa settles between them, her breath warm against your inner thighs.

"You're so beautiful," she murmurs, placing soft kisses along the sensitive skin. "I've imagined this so many times."

The first touch of her tongue sends electricity through your borrowed nervous system. Sam's body responds with an intensity that surprises even you—young, sensitive, and evidently very receptive to Vanessa's skilled attention.

"Oh god," you gasp, fingers tangling in Vanessa's copper hair. The sensation is exquisite—so different from anything you experienced in your original male body. Where that was direct and singular in focus, this is diffuse, radiating waves of pleasure that build upon each other.

Vanessa works with expert precision, her tongue tracing delicate patterns before focusing on the most sensitive spots. Her hands grip your thighs, holding them apart as she devotes herself completely to your pleasure.

"Is this good?" she asks breathlessly during a brief pause, her lips glistening. "Tell me what you want, Sam. I'll do anything."

"Don't stop," you command, pressing her head back down. The power you feel is intoxicating—not just the physical sensation, but the complete control over this beautiful woman who believes with every fiber of her being that pleasing you is her deepest desire.

Time seems to stretch as Vanessa continues her devoted worship. Sam's body trembles under the mounting pleasure, toes curling, back arching. The sensations build differently than what you were accustomed to in your male form—waves rather than a linear progression, each one carrying you higher than the last.

A sudden knock at the office door freezes you both.

"Vanessa?" calls a male voice. "Your next class starts in fifteen minutes. Everything okay in there?"

Vanessa looks up at you, her face flushed, eyes questioning. The interruption hangs in the air between you.

"Just helping a student with some anxiety," Vanessa calls back smoothly, her eyes never leaving yours. "We'll be out shortly."

"No problem," comes the response, followed by retreating footsteps.

Vanessa's lips curve into a mischievous smile. "Where were we?" she whispers, lowering her mouth once more.

The climax, when it finally crashes through Sam's body, is unlike anything you've experienced—a full-body sensation that seems to radiate from your core to your fingertips, leaving you gasping and clutching the loveseat cushions.

Vanessa stays with you through every aftershock, finally sitting back on her heels with an expression of complete satisfaction. She wipes her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, looking up at you with absolute adoration.

"That was..." she begins, seeming to search for adequate words.

"Perfect," you finish for her, adjusting your clothing and savoring the lingering sensations in Sam's body. "You're very talented."

Vanessa beams at the praise. "Anything for you, Sam. Anytime, anywhere." The conviction in her voice confirms your manipulation has taken deep root. She truly believes her greatest desire is serving you.

"I should let you get ready for your next class," you say, standing on slightly wobbly legs.

"Will I see you again soon?" Vanessa asks, a note of vulnerability in her voice that almost makes you pity her. Almost.

You smile at Vanessa, enjoying the devotion radiating from her emerald eyes. Her lips, still glistening from pleasuring you, part slightly as she awaits your next command.

"I want you to come to my dorm room tonight," you tell her. "Around eight. I have more plans for you."

Vanessa's breath quickens, a flush spreading across her freckled chest above the edge of her sports bra. "Eight o'clock," she repeats with reverence. "I'll be there. What's your room number?"

"Blackwell Hall, room 317," you reply, recalling the information from Sam's memories. "My roommate Jessica has study group tonight, so we'll have privacy."

Vanessa nods eagerly, tucking a loose strand of copper hair behind her ear. "Should I bring anything? Wear anything special?"

"Just yourself," you tell her, running a finger along her jawline. "And maybe that little yoga outfit you have on now. It gives such... convenient access."

She shudders at your touch, eyes half-closing. "I'll be counting every minute until then."