Naked-Eyes

People with X-ray vision find old-fashioned striptease to be far better.

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Contains depictions of voyeurism, exhibition, nudity, incest, mind-control, oral, anal, FFM, group and non-consensual sex. If that is not your cup of tea, may we suggest you consider a different story?

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“Hiyah! I see you are new here,” said the pretty girl with curly hair. She smiled.

I smiled back at her. At last, a friendly face. The other faces I had encountered recently were not unfriendly, but more like concerned, sympathetic, maybe even sad or full of pity. Like as if I had a disease.

“Yes,” I said. “I… just got invited. I mean, more like, requested. To come.”

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” she asked. “I had the same thing. It was my boss at work. Well, really, his boss’s boss. They came into my store, found me at work, and told me that the government had strongly suggested that I come to the Institute. You know, to help with the investigation. And when I went out of our building, there were people in uniforms and stuff. They made me get in a van. One of those multi-passenger things. Except I was the only person on board.”

“That’s kind of like what happened to me,” I said. “Except it was my advisor at school, at the community college.. And the dean. And they put me in a regular car, but you could tell it was an unmarked police car, you know. And there was a uniformed guy sitting next to me in the back seat. With a gun.”

“Ooooh,” she said. “That sounds a lot more scary than me.”

“The gun was in their holster,” I said. “I mean, they weren’t really threatening. And they seemed really really bored.”

“Ah,” she said.

We grew silent for a while.

Then I looked at her.

“Nice tat,” I said.

“Thanks.” She stood to show me her full-length body. Then she winked at me, and sat back down.

She was clothed, fully. But I could see her naked skin. The tat was a small cat with an angel ring above its head, and it was located just above her pussy, on the right side.

Most people couldn’t see it. But I could.

She grinned at me. “Nice piercing,” she said. She pointed to my chest, Then, she motioned with her hand for me to stand. “Twist?”

I lifted myself out of the hard, waiting-area chair and turned around, looking over my shoulder at her. Then I spread my legs and bent with my hands to the floor.

While a bit weird from a normal society interaction standpoint, it was not an overly lewd position, as I was fully clothed. But I was guessing that she could see right through my clothes to my naked skin. Just like I could, with her. In which case, I was showing her my naked dick and my nuts and my butt muscles and butthole.

“Impressive,” she said. “Did those three piercings on your scrote hurt a lot? My old boyfriend had one, and I loved to play with it, but he told me to keep my hands off because he didn’t like the sensation too much.”

I smiled. “He said that?”

“Yup.”

I asked, “Maybe I …. Well. We. You and me. Have just met. But. Um. I don’t think I would mind if someone special wants to … You know. Test out my piercings. Play with them?”

She grinned, then snickered.

Then I motioned to her. “Hey, fair’s fair, right? Care to ….?” I twirled my finger, just like she had instructed me.

She smiled and lifted herself again from her chair, twirled and finished bent over, with her hands on her clothed buttocks.

“Fuck,” I breathed out. “That is fantastic! What a beauty you are!”

I could see her hairless cunt and butthole. Her hands were pulling her cheeks open, spreading her labia. Her sex bits were well-ordered, a nice healthy rosy color that contrasted with her pale skin. And, maybe? Was that just a little bit of blush? Around her cunt? Like she was … aroused?

There was another tattoo on her backside, at the bottom of her bum, tipped toward her inside thigh. This one showed a pair of lips with a tongue licking between them, and the written instructions “In case of emergency, insert tongue.”

Her lewd position, exposing her naked cunt and its sexy decorations, was starting to get my motor running. My penis was beginning to pulse.

She stood back up abruptly as the door to the examination center opened and a white-uniformed nurse consulted a clipboard. “Tancetti? Ms. Janice Tancetti?”

I idly noted that the nurse was wearing a bra with extra support for her large boobs. The bra had extra padding to hide her erect nipples. And her nipples were leaking. Milk? Was this woman nursing a baby?

I also noticed that the nurse had shaped her pubic hair into a cute heart shape. Cute, and sexy.

Then I thought, Maybe she was trying to have a second baby? Keeping hubby hot and interested? Or maybe her lover just enjoyed having sex with milk? You know? Lactation? Very sexy.

Ms. Janice Tancetti looked at me, then at the nurse, and turned again to wink at me. “Like what you see?” she chuckled.

Then, “See you soon,” she said, with her eyebrows raised. The double entendre was funny and I chuckled.

–/–

Soon enough, it was my turn to be asked into the research area and into my own interview room.

“Hi, Josh, I am Dr. Becker. I am here to investigate some of the unique abilities that you have … um, I mean, that you seem to have.”

The white-coated man then nodded to the woman sitting at the table, 90 degrees from me and him. “Ms. Fordham will be recording various data during our discussion.”

She smiled at me, nodded.

“Sure,” I said. “I’d be happy to help out.”

I noticed that Ms. Fordham was just a bit older than me, maybe 20 or 21, but a lot younger than Dr. Becker.

I also noticed that she had chosen her undergarments today as if she was planning to attend a party, not working.

I mean, she wasn’t displaying them wildly or raunchy or anything out of the ordinary. Everyone else would see a business-like blouse and standard knee-length skirt. But I could see under that. I could see her underwear and essentially everything else.

From the front, I could see her crotchless underwear with tiny bows on the side. They were nice. And her cunt was perfect: trimmed neatly, her hair arranged and orderly, the mons overall a bit puffy with excitement, and the labia were cradling her clit lovingly.

I nodded to her, and smiled broadly.

Dr. Becker droned on and on. “…. And, Josh, can you tell us about the first time you realized that you had an ability to see through things that were normally not transparent?”

I swam back into the reality of his question, “Um. What do you mean?”

“Think back to the first time you … found out you could see through stuff.”

“I don’t really remember,” I said.

I was busy watching Ms. Fordham’s titties. Her nipples were beginning to tighten up a bit, under her frilly bra.

I wondered what was causing her excitement. Was it me? The idea that she was effectively nude in front of me? Was she a bit of an exhibitionist?

Did she like it that I could see her naked body? Even when it wasn’t naked?

“Think back, then,” he said. “Relax and just bring the memory up to your consciousness.”

He leaned back. I took a moment to look at him, and the surrounding room. There were a number of hidden electronic recording devices. Of course, I could see them.

I could see him, too. All of him. He was a normal dad-bod type researcher dressed normally. His body was a bit hairy and probably could have benefited from some more gym time and less beer. Of course, he was not very interesting to me, compared to Ms. Fordham.

Ms. Fordham shifted in her chair. “Perhaps you would like something to drink, Mr. Adams?”

I smiled at her again. “Yes, please. But, please call me Josh.”

“Please call me Sandy,” she said.

She stood and bent slightly toward me. I could see that this loosened her bra, and her tightening nipples were brushing inside the confining garment. Maybe it felt good to her as they shifted inside her padding, because they were getting longer.

“We have coffee and soft drinks,” she said.

Dr. Becker was watching the interplay with interest.

“I think a Coke would be excellent. Or maybe a Coke Zero?” I asked.

Ms. Fordham, Sandy, turned to leave the room. Her backside was very pleasing, and I didn’t need special powers of vision to see that the underwear she was wearing presented more like a white thong between her butt cheeks under her skirt: the outline was clearly visible to everyone.

But I could see past the skirt and the underwear straight to her naked ass, and wow! It was hot hot hot. Plus, it looked like she had inserted something… a shiny butt plug? Between her cheeks?

She dropped a pen on the floor and bent over to pick it up.

Now exposed, the butt plug drew my attention in full, and I could feel my boner start to rise. This was one hot bitch.

No doubt the research folks had planned it that way. The hottest girl in the work pool. Right? To entice me into demonstrating my “powers.”

I thought, OK, why not? I can take the bait.

I turned away from the enticing ass of Ms. Fordham, and then suggested to Dr. Becker, “Perhaps you might assist Ms. Fordham?”

He looked at me, a bit bewildered at my request. He was wanting look at her ass too, and he couldn’t even see the butt plug. “Yes?”

I looked at him directly, catching and holding his gaze. I saw through into his head, into his brain. In my enhanced sight, I could discern the movement of his thoughts and feelings. I watched for a moment, then focused my attention to pinpoint and adjust those movements of thoughts in his brain.

“Dr. Becker. Your research project here is highly important. Perhaps it is the single-most important project you will ever research. Success requires you to develop an extraordinary rapport with the subject.”

“Yes,” he said.

“You need to make sure that Mr. Joshua Adams is fully cooperative. That means, you will need to consider all his needs and desires, and work to meet those requirements. To make him happy.”

“Yes,” he said. “Make Josh happy.”

His face was motionless. His body was still. He was waiting for more. I watched his thoughts for several seconds. My initial priming had been effective. He was ready for direction.

“Dr. Becker, please understand that Ms. Fordham and I — We are thirsty. Please go and find us some drinks. We must have Diet Dr. Pepper with Zero Caffeine and Nehi Orange Soda with Real Cane Sugar. In 10 ounce bottles. Look for these items in the research center, but do not leave the center. After 2 hours, if you have not found them, please return and offer your apologies.”

I knew there was virtually no chance that he would be able to find those particular items. No place has both Diet Dr. Pepper and Orange Nehi. In 10 ounce bottles. Except maybe a drink museum? This was a task that would take him out for a considerable amount of time.

“Yes,” he said. He stood.

“And Dr. Becker, one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“While you are out there, please switch off all the recording devices for this room. And delete the records that have already been made.”

He nodded, stood and left the room.

Ms. Fordham looked at me with a smirk on her face. “That was slick.”

“What?”

“Getting Becker out of here.”

“Sure,” I said. “He just wanted to go, anyway.”

“Ah,” she said.

She looked at me, appraisingly. Then she licked her lips.

“Maybe … you would like to?” I raised my eyebrows in question.

“Like to what?” she asked.

“Like to show me,” I said. “You know?”

“Show you what?” she asked.

“Show me your cunt,” I said bluntly. “Dance. On the table. Strip.”

She hesitated. I wondered if I had been too blunt. Too rude.

Finally, she replied, “But can’t you already see it? My cunt? See me? Naked?”

“I think you would like to show me,” I said. I smiled at her and raised my eyebrows in question. “Make it sexy? Hot?”

She grinned at me. “The recordings are off, right? I mean, I could lose my job.”

“Nah,” I said. “Becker turned them off. And even if they somehow have a recording, you are just doing what is required to complete the research. Right? Just doing your job.”

I bent closer to her and whispered in her ear, “And it turns you on? Right? Showing your naked cunnie to me. I know. I can see it getting wet.”

She giggled.

She took my hand to steady herself as she climbed onto a chair, then stepped onto the table.

I looked up at her, and I nearly tripped at the sight of her naked excited sex at eye level. I mean, I could see it. Even though it was covered with fabric.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “You are making me crazy with your body.”

She shimmied closer to the edge of the table, put one hand on my head. “Get closer, boy. Inhale. Do you smell it? Hmmm? The hot smell of sex. My sex.”

I smiled. I stuck my tongue out to make a couple of snake-like thrusts. And then I ran one finger along her pussy, still fully clothed with the skirt, but with crotchless underwear underneath. Where I touched her, the wetness seeped through to the outside fabric and left a dark stain.

“Get this off,” I commanded. I reached for the skirt’s fastening, and my hand collided with hers. The skirt was finished in seconds and dropped in a heap on the chair.

Her now-naked cunt was framed perfectly in the opening of her white crotchless panties. I reached for her hips, above my head, and she crouched to offer her luscious pussy, dripping, to my lips and tongue.

I licked. She sighed. I licked again, and she cooed.

Then I reached around to find the handle of the butt plug embedded in her asshole.

She giggled.

I said, “Aren’t you naughty?”

She giggled again.

“How did you know to put this in? Today? And how did you know it would turn me on so much?”

“Dr. Becker said we would have an investigation today, One of the “naked-eyes” subjects. A male. I just thought… I just thought, fuck it, I wanted to make you horny as hell. Hornier than the other girls that you can look at any time. I wanted to be special.”

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “It’s working. I love it. Fucking anal sex queen. Right? You are making me so horny.”

“Can you see it?” she asked. “The plug thing?”

“Of course. I saw it the second you stood up. I mean, I have good vision. Right? Really good. I can see through stuff. Your skirt is easy. Super easy to see that shiny butt plug pushed up in your ass. I could see your ass clasping it, clenching. Squeezing.”

“Ooooh,” she said. “Really?” She twerked and rippled some special spasms of clenching through her anus. “Like that?”

“Yeah, just like that,” I said. I shifted my finger along her wet pussy and circled around her plugged ass.

She responded with some special twerks of her butthole.

“I want you naked. All the way,” I said.

“Why? You can see me now, all of me,” she asked.

“It’s not so much for me. But, it’s for you. I want you to … feel… naked. Feel exposed. I want you to think about the risk. What if one of Dr. Becker’s colleagues comes through that door? Sees you doing a naked dance on the table. With a butt plug up your ass. And pussy juice dripping down your thighs? Hmm? How would that feel?”

She responded with a purring trill. “Fuuuck yeah.”

“Risky, right? Sexy? Thrilling? Scary? Hot?”

She smiled and began taking off her top.

“You are a hot slut,” I said. “Do it. Get it going.”

She swung her unencumbered titties at me, and I reached up to pinch the nipples as they swung by.

“Fucking hot bitch,” I said. I adjusted my boner in my pants. I grabbed it, and curled my fist around it. “Can you see this? Hmmm? You don’t need “naked-eyes” to see my hard prick, do you?”

She responded with a tinkling trill of laughter, and pushed down her crotchless panties to her knees.

“Take these off,” she said. “Take them off with your teeth. I want you to smell them. Inhale my scent.”

I pulled her close, bent my head to the fabric, and she stepped out of the elastic white lingerie.

She pulled my head toward her with both hands as she squatted at the edge of the table, and she drove my nose into her superheated pussy.

“Lick me, you fucker. Smell me. Taste me. Don’t just look. Fucking get in there.”

I indulged her command, and she began to huff in excitement.

She sat at the edge of the table, legs splayed widely. She was rubbing my head up and down in her crotch, pushing hard and forcing my tongue to linger on her red-tinged clit each time. I pushed my tongue left and right to add to her stimulation.

She began to keen, a high-pitched, quiet stream of “fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.”

I reached under and pulled out the butt plug, then jammed it back in. Then again. And again.

She started chugging, wheezing like a locomotive. Her keening changed in character, speed, amplitude, volume. “Fuck Me. Fuck Me. Fuck Me. Fuck Me.”

I responded with “What a slut you are. Fucking slut. Horny bitch. I smell your cunt. You’re hot. Wet. Juicy. Fant-fucking-taastic. What a slut you are!”

I railed that plug in and out of her ass, stretching the ring of muscle and pushing it back in.

I returned to licking her clit, her labia. Sloshing my tongue over her wet sex. Sucking in with my lips. I dared to nibble with my teeth. She groaned and shifted my head back.

“Naughty,” she said. “Too much. Save it for later.”

Then I pushed my thumb into her cunt, just below where I was licking her clit, my tongue swirling on the nubbin. I pushed at her G-spot, and pulled it forward. Again, again, in timing with the stainless metal sliding in and out of her butt.

She gasped.

I stroked, trying to coordinate all the movements: tongue on clit, lips on cunt, thumb on G-spot, other hand thrusting the butt plug in and out of her asshole. It was taking a lot of thinking and concentration.

She froze, momentarily, like a petit mal seizure, then resumed her body’s twisting and huffing. Her keening was suddenly louder, “I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming.”

I could feel the spasms spreading through her sex, in her butt, on my face, in the resistance to the butt plug swabbing in and out of her hole, along my thumb in her cunt. Slick juice sluiced out of her opening.

She shuddered again, jerked twice, and then went limp and would have fallen off the table if I hadn’t captured her in my arms.

I set her down on the chair, aligning her dripping pussy with the discarded skirt as a sort of absorbent towel.

Her eyes finally opened, and she smiled at me. “That was fantastic,” she said.

I smiled and began to open my belt and the top of my pants. “My turn, now,” I said.

“Bring it to me,” said Ms. Fordham. “I want to see you naked, now. And I can’t see through your clothes. But I know there is a huge dick right there. And I want to see it.”

I smiled at her, and started to shimmy out of my pants.

I was interrupted when the door opened and Dr. Becker entered with two small soft drink bottles, a Diet Dr. Pepper and an Orange Nehi.

I thought, what the fuck? How did he find those?

And then I thought, dammit, I wanted to fuck this girl. And now I would have to try to fix this situation. I would need to direct Dr. Becker again. Use my brain vision to adjust his thoughts.

Becker stopped suddenly and looked at the enticing, post-orgasmic, naked body of Ms. Fordham. Then he looked at me.