Bloodline

It was the first day of the new school year. I was a college sophomore, and this semester (plus the next one), I was taking a chemistry class.

"We have an exchange student this year," the professor said. A pretty, slender, dark-haired (straight, shoulder-length hair), dark-eyed Hispanic girl stood up. "This is Rosa Sarrosas-Arroz. She is from Mexico."

Rosa smiled at everyone, waved, and sat back down. I was assigned to be her lab partner. We had no trouble communicating, as her English was excellent.

We became friends, and by the second semester, I timidly asked her out on a date, in an apologetic manner that made it clear I was expecting a "no". Rosa smiled. "Tom, I accept. Just know that I mean `date' and not `sex' when we go out."

We went to a cheap local restaurant that specialized in affordable, though not high-quality, food for hungry and broke college students -- which was us, along with most of the students on campus. Then we went back to her dorm room and talked. She was from a town in Mexico that was essentially run by one of the drug cartels -- they had an agreement with the local authorities not to harm any of the locals and to contribute some of their ill-gotten gains to local charities that helped the poorer residents, in return for the authorities turning a blind eye to their drug-dealing. The cartel funded the local scientific laboratory, in return for advanced knowledge on any scientific breakthroughs they made. That laboratory was who was paying for her year abroad, in return for her agreeing to work as a lab tech for them once she finished college.

I, a normal-looking white student with brown hair, brown eyes, and an average height and build, was attending this school because it's where my dad had attended. I was taking the chemistry class to meet a breadth requirement: my major was in literature. My mom had used her contacts to already line me up a job as a proofreader at the publishing company where she was a textbook author. I just had to graduate in good standing.

We slept, fully clothed, on her bed together, with her head resting against my shoulder.

"You passed the test," she said the next morning. "You didn't try to molest me, and you respected my limits. I think we'll get along well."

We had a few more dates before she went back to Mexico, and we shared each other's contact information. We continued to correspond, both by physical letters and e-mails, and we friended each other and followed each other on social media.

[Six years later]

Rosa and I were for all intents and purposes in a long-distance relationship at this point. We communicated multiple times daily and knew just about everything about each other's lives. So I wasn't surprised when Rosa sent me a letter saying she might be on the verge of a scientific breakthrough, and that I'd know about it if it happened by following the news.

There was plenty of news the next three months, all right. All the truly powerful people on the planet [high government officials, high-level judges, major financiers, big-time religious leaders, powerful drug and crime lords, high-ranking corporate executives, and major propagandists in both traditional and social media] underwent massive changes. The ones who were irredeemable sociopaths -- who made President Vinzer Deling from Final Fantasy VIII look caring, compassionate and humanitarian by comparison -- all made globally broadcast speeches confessing their misdeeds, apologizing to the world for being scum-of-the-earth, and ending by killing themselves with a cyanide pill. The other ones agreed to work together to fix humanity's ills. The Council of Leaders, chaired by Pope Leo and Volodomyr Zelenskyy, made remarkable progress. By the time Rosa texted me, 94 days after her letter arrived, I felt like humanity had just about reached utopia.

Her text was short and to the point. "I want you to move in with me permanently. We can be a couple in the bedroom that way. We're already a couple in every other way."

Since my job could be done remotely -- proofreading online manuscripts merely requires a computer and an Internet connection -- I saw no reason not to accept. Five days later, I was installed in Rosa's large, climate-controlled house. My office was adjacent to her -- now our -- bedroom, and the master bathroom had all the amenities and a few luxuries. Rosa relieved me of my clothes -- I wouldn't need them -- and put a comfortable, padded collar around my neck, attached to a very long carbon-fiber leash tied to a ring in the ceiling. I could get everywhere I needed. Once I was settled, she removed her own clothes, allowing me to see her naked body for the first time. Her breasts seemed a little bigger and her butt a little rounder than I remembered, but she was still slim, with lovely, long, toned legs.

"Come here, hon," Rosa grinned, pulling me into her surprisingly strong arms. She gave me a long lover's kiss, twining tongues with me as she hoisted us onto the bed. We lay next to each other, caressing and groping each other as we kissed several more times. Rosa then slid her body upwards, and I kissed her neck, making her squeak slightly as I delicately nipped on her sensitive spots. I then moved my tongue down to her chest and kissed through her cleavage.

"You like my C-cups, handsome?" she purred. I nodded and kissed my way from the base of her breasts to her nipples. She smiled at me as I began suckling. Her body responded as I flicked my tongue over her stiff points. She reached a hand down to my cock, gently brushing my balls with her fingers as I continued to kiss and suck on her firm orbs. I worked them for a few more minutes, until she pulled her chest away from my face and rolled me fully onto my back.

"I'm glad you find me beautiful," she whispered as she shifted her position. She lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I licked along her slit for a moment until I could feel her juices starting to leak. She pressed her body down more firmly as I slipped my tongue inside her. I thirstily began swallowing her nectar as I swirled my tongue in circles and put a finger on her clit. I very gently brushed the nub, and she shivered. She wrapped her slim, toned legs around my head as I licked with more intensity. I could feel her tense up with excitement as I tongued her and continued to brush her clit. Her body trembled as she sent a gush of her sweet love-juice into my mouth and onto my face.

"Very nice," she purred, climbing off. "I think I'll have you do that a lot. You're quite skilled at it."

I blushed. "I'm glad you liked it."

She spread my legs a bit and began massaging my balls. "You are a wonderful boyfriend. I think you deserve a reward for your tongue work." She lubed up the fingers of her right hand and got fully between my legs, then began slowly sliding her fingers into my butt as she continued to sensually rub my balls with her left hand. She wasn't in a rush, and she let my body adjust to the sensations. When she got to a certain point, I could feel her rubbing a spot inside me that got my cock very hard, very fast. I moaned and shivered. She continued to gently probe within me as she cupped and caressed my balls, still sensually massaging them with her fingertips. I could feel my legs start to tense. She continued the languid massage while stimulating the spot inside me. I felt cum boil up in my balls and managed to alert her with a gasp.

"Go ahead and cum for me, my dear one," Rosa murmured. I did. Cum burst from my cock and fountained up into the air in spurts, landing on my belly and chest. Rosa smiled. "Good boy." She continued to rub the spot inside me until my dick began softening. Then she washed up and re-joined me on the bed, licking the cum off my body. I lay still, dazed from the intensity of the sex.

"Wow," I muttered, trying to reoxygenate my body.

Rosa kissed me. "Rest now, honey. I'll want more sex tomorrow. I've been wanting your body for three years."

The next day, we both emerged from our offices at 5 p. m., and by 5:05 we had made pit stops and were lying on the bed naked. Rosa used her left hand to massage my cock and her right hand to finger her pussy, and in moments, we were ready for action. She put a metallic device around my balls: the metal was slightly cool to the touch, but not uncomfortable. It didn't stop my cock from staying hard. Rosa climbed onto me, slid her pussy downwards, and placed her hands on my chest.

"Your cock feels wonderful inside me already, darling. And I haven't even started riding it yet."

I smiled. "I'm glad you like it. Your pussy feels very nice wrapped around my cock."

Rosa giggled and began moving her body up and down. She went slowly at first to build a rhythm, then settled into a steady bouncing. I put my hands on her hips to help balance her and guide her. Her pussy began squeezing my cock with every down-bounce, and her breathing deepened. I leaned her forwards and lifted my head so I could kiss her breasts as she made love to me. She shivered as I began sucking on her nipple, and she let out a lusty gasp as she orgasmed. She waited a moment to regain control of her body, then continued to ride me. I moved one hand to her butt and groped her. She giggled and wrapped her legs around my hips.

"You like my ass too, my love?"

"I like every inch of you, my sweet. Your entire body is beautiful."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." She continued to ride my cock happily, her pussy twitching around it. I worked her to another orgasm, and this time she didn't even slow down. Her third orgasm seemed to hit just moments after her second one, and I began thrusting my hips upwards to match her rhythm. She moaned and started having orgasms almost continuously as I fucked her from below. She adjusted her position so she could give me a passionate kiss as she quivered and gasped. Eventually, she climbed off me, apparently sated for the moment.

"You are the best lover I've ever had, dearest," she purred. "I'm very glad I asked you to move in with me." She secured a small strap-on around her waist, lubed it up, and rolled me onto my side. Then she removed the metallic device from my balls. "It's my turn to make you cum now, honey. Relax and enjoy."

She slowly and gently eased the toy into my back-channel, reaching her hand down to stroke my cock as she did so. She matched the speed of her hand to the speed of her hips. Her body pressed against me from behind and her lips touched the nape of my neck. She tenderly kissed it as she continued to slowly ease in and out while gently sliding her hand up and down along my shaft. "Good boy," she purred. "I love you, sweetie." Her free hand found my balls and she massaged them. The toy inside me was hitting the same spot as her fingers had the day before, and I rapidly approached orgasm. She could feel my thighs tense up. "Cum for me, my love." I did, shooting jets of sperm sideways onto the bedcover. She kept going until cum stopped flowing from my cock.

She stood up, unhooked the strap-on and carefully washed it, then we cleaned our own bodies in the shower together.

"Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" I asked, still not sure how I had ended up as such a lucky man.

"I did," she assured me.

"I love you too, Rosa," I replied. "With all of my heart."

"And every inch of your dick," she giggled.

The next day, I finished work a little early and lay on the bed. I could hear Rosa in her office next door, talking.

"That's right, Marshall. Take all the money out of the Cayman account. Every penny. Then you're going to distribute it evenly among the following organizations..."

She listed off about a dozen organizations. The only ones I recognized were Medecins Sans Frontieres and The Trevor Project.

I could hear the voice on the other end, so it must have been a video call she had put on speaker. "Yes, Rosa. I wrote everything down. I'll transfer the money immediately."

The call disconnected, and Rosa shut down her computer and joined me on the bed.

"That was the breakthrough I mentioned," she said, anticipating my question. "A chemical that after just one ingestion makes anyone do whatever I tell them, forever. I hosted a few dozen gatherings of the powerful in the world and slipped it into their drinks."

"But you didn't do that to me."

"No, my love. That's why I love you. You treat me wonderfully without me needing to resort to such a method. You always treated me well even back when we were 20-year-old college students. You're just naturally the perfect man for me."

I blushed and kissed her. "I love you too, dear."