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This story is an entry in the Pink Orchid 2025 for Women-Centric Erotica Challenge, for stories with female characters who make sense. There’s usually a bunch of good stories – take a look! See end of this story for explanation of how it fits between other stories of mine.
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Anal Sex Etc.: A Scientific Approach
Six weeks after Emily Bannatyne first met Richie Pardoe at a conference and slept with him, another symposium took place. It was in Montpellier, in the south of France, which happened to be where Emily had recently started a job as a postdoctoral researcher. She’d convinced Richie’s boss that Richie ought to attend. Emily had wanted to meet the guy again; not only was he interested in supporting her career, but he also had a large cock. More importantly, he paid attention to a woman while using it!
After a busy day of chatting to other scientists in her field, she found Richie in the bar. They went to his hotel room. The sex was refreshingly straightforward.
Richie stretched, and linked his fingers above his head. “Ah. That was good. I’ve missed good sex.”
Compliment, or just a fact? She might as well just ask; he wouldn’t be offended. “When did you last fuck anyone? Present company excepted.”
He considered. “In the last eighteen months, not much. A lass who used to be at Cold Spring Harbor with me, a couple times. One, at a meeting in Amsterdam. My speaking tour of UK labs, trying to find a post, was remarkably chaste, actually! Just one good night out of the ten. In that way, I mean, as opposed to lots of great talk in pubs until closing time, with some very good people, just that they didn’t have funding… That was at your old place, actually, last March. Nice girl.”
Richie thought further. “Must have been a student in roughly the same year as you. Rachel, her name was.”
“Rachel?” Emily blinked, realised it all fit together. Her crazy best friend at the institute, who kept trying to persuade Emily to try women, or kink, or both. “Rachel Walker? Just before she got together with Emma?”
“That’s the one. Had to give her an earful about womanning up and making a move on that Emma. Seemed to work, from the couple emails I’ve had since?”
“Oh, they’re madly in love. And mad! But Rach moved to Barcelona for a post-doc there, so who knows if they’ll manage to stay together? Despite spending a fortune on EasyJet!” The implications hit her, of what Richie might really be looking for. “But… you, and Rachel?”
“Mm. She a friend of yours?”
“Oh, yes. A good friend. We shared a house, in our first year. But…”
“What?” Was he cross?
Emily spat it out. “OK, I know she’s not completely gay. But she’s kinky as hell!”
Richie’s opaque facial expression didn’t change. “Yup.”
“You’re… into all that sado-masochism stuff?”
“All? Nah. No-one can ever be into all of it.”
Not for the first time, conversation with Richie made Emily want to bang her head against a wall. Or his.
She tried again. “Yeah, but you’re like, into kinky things? Tying women up, spanking and hurting them, and more?” She blushed. “Rachel’s tried to persuade me to try it, for years. And lesbianism.”
“You’re not interested?”
“No. Not in either.”
“Well. That’s all right, then.”
“What do you mean? I mean, from what Rach says, there’s no way she could be in a relationship without… all that whips and pain and stuff.”
“Just as well I’m not in a relationship with her, then, innit?”
“But…” She was sounding repetitive, even to herself. “How did you even end up doing stuff with her, when you were here for only one night? And now you’re sounding like you weren’t into it, after all?”
“Oh, I was into it all right!” He grinned, still staring at the ceiling. “So was she. Even more so! I wasn’t expecting her to climb on my cock, though – that was a nice bonus.”
“So what were you doing? And why?”
“I thought you didn’t want the details?” Emily stayed silent, so he continued, “Basically, my friend Laura. Known her since college: me and her and this other couple got close. Her girlfriend taught me how to top, so I could make Laura happy when we were off at college, away from them. Even more than just fucking. Anyway, this Rachel met Laura, helped her through Laura having a big break up. They did stuff together; I never met her, Rachel.”
“The name rings a bell…” Rachel had mentioned a mentor.
“So, cut to me giving my talk five years later, this Rachel comes over to me, asks her sensible questions, then says she’s a friend of Laura’s and I’ve been recommended, know what I mean? As safe and trustworthy.”
“I guess that’s important?”
“No shit. Being a submissive or masochistic woman, easiest way in the world to get raped by some wanker. The same afternoon, Laura texts me to remind me I’m working too hard, and to go for it, seeing as Rachel was right there. So we did.”
“Right. So you clearly mecidiyeköy escort love all that pain and stuff. I… don’t.”
“It’s not about pain? Oh!” The man finally realised Emily’s concern. For a scientific genius, he really could be spectacularly dim. “You think I’ll want to do all that kind of stuff with you!”
Emily nodded, struck dumb.
“Oh! Nah. I mean, not unless you wanted to try some.”
She was confused. “Have you gone off it, or what?”
“No? Ah! You think my kink is bondage and beating? No. That’s a means to an end.” He clawed through his hair again. “Sure, I’m a kinky bastard. But my real kink is people – women, really – screaming in joy, begging to come, wanting more, being desperate. Whatever gets them hot and pleading, I want to give them.” He picked under a fingernail, then another. “Eventually.”
“So… you’d not want to do that stuff with me?”
“Oh, you’d look beautiful with a red-spanked arse. Just tell me, if you want to try it. But I’d only get off on it, if you was wriggling on my lap, begging for more. Whereas you…” He steepled his fingers, looked thoughtful. “Your clit is where it’s at. I should lick that for longer. Somewhere more comfortable than a library.”
“Mm. You should!” Emily sagged into the bed, in relief. “What about sucking cock? You like?”
“Not really. Oh! You mean, like you sucking mine? Hell, yes. That would be… Yeah…” His eyes half-closed, as if imagining.
“What about it?”
“You’d look great doing it, is what. Especially in that smart suit of yours. Or just the stockings; that works. Any chance?”
“Tell me what else you’d like to do with me, and I will.” Dirty talk seemed to get both of them turned on; she’d got that far.
“Fuck, you’ll have to have the short edited-down version… You said you wanted to try anal, right?”
“Right.”
“Good.” He dropped his voice. “I really, really like anal. Nothing like feeling your cock squeezed tight by an enthusiastic woman’s arse…”
“Yeah? Hold that thought.” It wasn’t just relief, she figured. She really did want to get his cock in her mouth.
It didn’t stop him talking. “If you and me can get anal being good, that’s enough for me. If I can tease you, too. Maybe use some toys? What toys do you own? That was a good mains-powered vibe you had. You looked so happy with it. Mm? Tell me.”
She took his stiffening penis out of her mouth. She suspected talking about sex would get him hard even faster than her efforts at a blow job.
“Yeah. That gets my rocks off, reliably. I’ve got a small three-way Rabbit, you know, teases the clit and arse while it’s inside you. It’s good, but hell on the batteries.”
“Mm. You do like your arsehole played with, then?”
Emily blushed. “A girl doesn’t go from a fingertip to a big cock in her bum just overnight, you know.” Except, back in the day, she had. The plugs she’d bought with her then boyfriend, ever so daring, had slid in easily. Only the largest of the trio, as thick as his cock, had been remotely satisfying. So that butt plug was rapidly followed by them lubing her up just like Cosmo advised, then her getting filled – an experience that put losing her virginity in the shade.
“Some do. With help. Anyway. Do you like getting rimmed?”
That wasn’t a question she’d expected. “Well, yeah. I mean, I think so. Never had it, much.”
“Good. Not that you’ve been deprived, I mean, that you want…” Richie spoke calmly, like he discussed sex toys daily. “You have some plugs? Yeah? Do you go round wearing them?”
“No. Just at home.” In bed, really.
“Never thought about a walk further afield?”
“Oh, I’ve thought! But nah. Just don’t want… a wardrobe malfunction, or anything.” It seemed a bit tacky, to be honest.
“Fair point. I totally agree. I never use one outside, either.”
Emily blinked. She hadn’t expected that.
“What? I’m a man, I’ve got a prostate; toys pressing it feel good. And I don’t like men, or the cocks attached to them. So. Online shopping it is.”
“You don’t do men?” She’d begun to assume he did. He’d just admitted he’d sucked cock, hadn’t he?
“Nah. I mean, it’s not like I have a huge aversion.” Richie shrugged. “Apparently, you should recoil in horror at the bare idea. I should, rather.” Another resigned sigh. “I’d been accused of being gay most days growing up, so, you know, I’d considered it. Figured I wasn’t too bothered.” He shrugged again. “I’ve sucked off a few guys, mostly as dares. And I’d be plain stupid to turn down the offer of a good blow job, from anyone offering!”
He stopped to look impassively at her for a moment. “This is where you tell me I’m too… weird.” There was a silence. “No?” Content that Emily wasn’t yet running away, Richie chuckled quietly, then explained. “I had a mate, in college. He’s bisexual. Obviously he wasn’t out back then, much. Had a huge alcohol problem; I hear he’s beşiktaş escort finally getting over it. Anyway, he collapsed by my rooms one night and begged me to fuck him; I wanted to give it a go just to see if I really was straight. Anyway, I decided I pretty much was. Another guy proved it, in New York… Never mind. But we – me and Ade – ended up with an arrangement, where he came by regularly to suck my cock, and put off his getting wasted for a few hours.”
“How remarkably convenient.”
Richie looked up. His expression was still aiming for blank, but Emily detected tell-tale tension at the sides of his face. “Ah. Is this where you tell me that’s still all too queer, and to fuck off? Only it’s my hotel room. So fuck off yourself.”
“No. No, that’s fine.” She giggled. “Kinda hot, actually. Assuming you took appropriate precautions and that. Doing sexy stuff to see if you’ll like it.”
“It’s much less exciting than it sounds,” Richie tried to sound dismissive. “Mostly, I’m just enjoying a plugged arse while I have a drink in the evening, and read a few more papers.”
That was where Emily lost it, laughing until she couldn’t speak. Richie’s impassive face and raised eyebrow just made it worse, every time she looked at him.
Eventually, she covered her face with her palms until she calmed down.
“What’s so funny?” Richie asked. “I’m not doing anything pervy what you don’t.”
Emily choked, then managed to answer. “Yes, you are! I play with my arsehole for fun, while I get the vibe out, or reading porn. You? You’re reading science, like it’s porn! You… pervert!”
Acknowledging the contrast with a small smile, Richie purred, “But doesn’t a good result get you hot? You know that rare feeling, when you know something no-one in the world does? Until you publish, of course. Isn’t that as good as sex? Better, even? Just harder to make happen on a weekly basis,” he added, sadly.
“Yes! I know! Possibly even better than good sex, yes. But,” she stared at him. “Not to be mixed with sex! They’re both great, but different!”
“What’s the difference?” Richie seemed truly confused. “Except that you can’t publish details of your sex life, obviously.”
“Not and have it help your career, rather! There’s plenty of websites you could post such stories – true or not. Literotica, for example. Unlike science journals, there’s only minimal peer review…”
“Hm? I might take a look.”
“Or AO3, if fanfic is more your thing. But no, I’m not being responsible for distracting you from science! I’m just saying, I like to keep science and sex apart, because I don’t want to be distracted when I’m doing science. If you can integrate them and do both at the same time, great: you do you, hun.”
“Ah. It’s the cherry chocolate cake thing again.”
Emily squinted; he tried to explain. “Cherries, great, yeah? Yeah. Chocolate, or chocolate cake? Also fab, right?”
“Right.”
“Yeah. Chocolate cake with cherries in, like Black Forest Gateau? Minging. In my opinion. Way worse than keeping them separate. I’m not a fan of mixed up food. Other people clearly think they enhance each other. So, in this case…”
“Tell me. Does the toy cock up your arse make the science more interesting?”
“Motivates me to keep reading the less cool stuff, I suppose,” he admitted.
“Or – don’t interrupt – does good science turn you on more? Get you more aroused? Yeah? I knew it! Go on, tell me. Do you ever wank over papers?” Emily teased him gleefully.
Richie’s tense posture eased. “Not really. The odd stroke, just because I’m in a private room and I can, ya know.” He grimaced, as close to embarrassed as he ever got over sex. “I have to admit – bear in mind I was… must have been about eighteen, about to do my A-levels – and we learned about PCR.
“The most elegant mechanism I’ve ever read: separate DNA strands, add loose nucleotides, anneal new strand, heat them to separate again, repeat 35 times until you’ve copied the stretch of interest enough to isolate. God, I read and re-read that until I understood it, rubbing my cock while I concentrated on the diagrams… When I finally got it and realised how powerful a tool it was, a total revolution for science, the start of real molecular biology… yeah, I came so hard…”
“I wonder what invention could compare?”
“Nothing can compare to being eighteen and thinking about sex permanently, even when doing anything else!” Richie was firm about that. “Though a couple years ago, when I read about using phage display libraries to isolate monoclonal antibodies with stronger affinities for the antigen, and improving immunogenicity by creating versions with as few T-lymphocyte epitopes as possible… OK, I might have got hard and leaked a bit…”
He looked sheepish as Emily laughed again. “I just hope you always go somewhere private, when the Nobel announcements come out!”
“Now you’ve got etiler escort me linking those thoughts, I’ll have to! Your fault, totally. Go on, get back to sucking my cock. Is it clean enough?”
Emily lifted her mouth just enough to say, “No dirtier than I am.”
“Mm. Yeah. You look so… Nice. Normal. Why would you want a guy like me? But you’re dirty-minded as I am, really, aren’t you? God! Yeah…”
Emily concentrated on not choking as his cock strained her jaw open and hit the back of her throat. But yes, she was dirty underneath. Loved sex, good sex that hit the spot.
He rocked against her, pushing against her shoulders so he couldn’t choke her too much, murmuring how good it felt. She couldn’t actually suck him – his cock was too wide around. Just feebly lap the underneath of his shaft, while he fucked her mouth.
Watching, helpless, as he reached the point of orgasm, Emily felt she understood Richie’s enjoyment of making his partner get to that point. He raised his chin, exposing his long pale throat and his Adam’s apple.
“Aah!” It was a cry more than a moan, and coincided with salt water filling Emily’s throat. His cock softened enough that she could swallow without coughing. Semen flowed down her chin.
“Holy shit.” Richie bounced round to lie beside her, but that was his last burst of energy for the moment.
“Mm-hm. Yeah, I’m as dirty as you are, I think.”
A pause, then he said idly, “Maybe. Would you do that at a party?”
“Huh. What sort of party? I’m never starting that kind of thing, I tell you.”
“Just wondering. There’s rumours about what the cell-science great and good get up to.”
“Sir Tim Smith and his wife, you mean?”
He nodded. “The lovely Dame Fiona! Dominatrix extraordinaire, I’m told. Or just shagging sweet young things.”
“Apparently Tim likes getting fucked by men. So you’d be OK there. Or with her.” She sighed. “So much for being able to sleep my way to the top.”
“Oh, come on! You’re bright and beautiful! Even if they don’t make a move, you’ll be fine. Look how Dan was chatting to you in Cambridge for ages! He’ll never shag you, but he’ll put a word in, for sure.”
Richie’s boss Dan was that rare thing: a happily-married monogamous scientist. And yes, he’d certainly support Emily or Richie to progress their careers.
“I suppose.”
“You know. Besides, most of Tim and Fiona’s mates must be having straight sex, or Tim’s predilections wouldn’t be gossip-worthy, would they?”
“You have a point.” Emily nodded. “In the meantime, breakfast?”
“Yeah. Um. What about after?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do I check out?”
“Sorry?”
Richie explained, “The hotel. I booked one night – they promised there’d be plenty of rooms for the weekend, if I needed. My flight’s on Sunday, like you recommended. Just, seeing as you live here… If you wanted to invite me for a couple nights, I could use the hotel budget to treat you to dinner, instead?”
Why had the man not suggested this earlier? Maybe he’d also wondered how they’d get on, again? “You’d… like that?”
“If you would. I assume you could recommend somewhere that doesn’t just do stew.”
Emily considered. Her flatmate Sabine was away for the weekend. The place wasn’t too untidy – not that Richie would care. She had a few hours of lab work to do, but again, Richie would likely see visiting her lab as a bonus.
“OK. This afternoon, after the closing speeches, you come meet Xavier with me, see our lab, then we can go back to mine. My flatmate may be there, but probably not. It’s up four flights of stairs, I warn you.”
“Good stuff. I’ll pack up after breakfast.”
Richie’s hotel was across town from the conference, so no nosey colleagues to avoid. They ate, then strolled over to the university, where each attended various conference sessions, followed by meeting Emily’s boss Xavier and colleague Gilbert. Having been prompted by Emily, Richie greeted both with a firm handshake and a hearty ‘Bonjour!’ before lapsing into English. Xavier could and did speak good English, though was embarrassed to do so. Gilbert knew less, and his strong Cameroon accent didn’t help, but between them all, Emily’s French becoming rapidly more fluent, they managed.
Richie liked poking round new labs. The Mediterranean sunlight improved these no end. Xavier promised to mail some antibodies – to make sure they stayed frozen.
“Or I could just pick up a styrene box and given them to him before going to the airport on Sunday,” Emily suggested. “The 12-inch cubes are permitted as cabin baggage.”
“If you take him to the airport, so you can keep the parcel if he is not allowed, then oui, yes.”
Richie shrugged. “That would be great. Thank you. I’ll pay for your cab, Em.”
She rather liked that affectionate ‘Em’.
“Nice place.” They’d hiked up all the marble stairs to Emily’s flat. Apart from the sixty-five steps, it was convenient, near the city centre. The height meant breezes could get in, while noise from the street was muted. Emily’s bedroom was small, Sabine having the master, but the apartment was functional and comfortable.
“It’s got a double bed. What more do we want?” Richie decided.
Emily looked at him. She knew what she wanted. “You keep teasing me by promising anal sex.”