Of course, I ignored all the warning signs and thought only of myself. I'd always had one particularly erotic fantasy starring Jess, and this was my opportunity to bring it to life. Besides, one of the great things about being in control of your body's processes is that you can enhance your sexual recovery and staying power. So while it might take an average man 15 minutes to get ready again, it only took me a few minutes. Best of all, I could literally go on for hours, simply by suppressing the pain created by too much friction. Of course, at the end of a long session like that, my dick would be rubbed raw, and totally useless until it healed. But, of course, it was always worth it.

Jess' fondling got me hard again in no time. And when she pulled my hand to feel her wet pussy, I knew she was ready, too. Time to put my plan into action.

"Jess, you know what would really get me hard? A little fashion show. Downstairs. In the living room. How's that sound?"

"And then we fuck?" she asked, wrapping her hand around my cock.

Man, she was hot. "Yes," I replied, "And then we fuck."

"OK," she said happily, bounding to her feet. I helped her pick out some outfits to wear, surprised by the amount of lingerie she had in her dresser. Obviously the tomboyish Jess was a flamethrower at night.

I took my seat on the living room couch and waited for Jess to appear in the first outfit. I'd set up some ground rules for her. The outfits had to be seductive and revealing, but I didn't want them to show her nipples or cunt outright. She could dance to some music, give me a lap dance, pretend to be having sex, but could not strip unless I ordered it. When I found her in an outfit that really turned me on, I would take it off her.

"And then we fuck?" she'd asked. "Yes," I'd replied, amazed at her new-found obsession. It certainly wasn't anything I'd tried to instill in her.

The first outfit was a classic in white. A lacy bra that just revealed a hint of her boobs. A thin garter attached to thigh-high stockings. A white thong. And dazzling white high heels, which made her walk with her tits thrust out...a very appealing sight. As she danced around, I could tell she was trying very hard to seduce me. This obession with fucking was certainly having some excellent side benefits.

Next up was a tight, blue fishnet teddy, virtually see through everywhere except between her legs and over her nipples. As she bent and twisted in this man-killer, I again admired the perfect shape of her ass. It made me feel good that I could, at any time, push aside the thin fabric and stuff my cock into her right up to the hilt.

While the simple bra and panties lacked drama, she almost got me to attack her when she wore nothing but a pair of black panties and an open button-down shirt. Her tits were dangerously close to being revealed, and although I'd already seen her pussy open and straining for me, something about this outfit recreated all the mystery. I've since found that this type of outfit has the same effect on most men.

It was the next outfit that really got my attention. She'd evidently pulled it out from somewhere, because it hadn't been in the dresser that I'd gone through. Of a white, guazy, see-through material, the top had a strap that reached around her back under her tits, and one that reached around her neck. In between, the material served only as a sort of harness for her boobs, which I could clearly see. The skirt was of the same material, so short it barely hid the bottom of her ass. She wore no underwear, clearly flouting the rules I had set forth.

No harm, no foul I decided as I pulled her to me. I'd been stroking my cock during the entire show; now it was time to put it to good use. Just like in my fantasy, I lay down on the floor and invited Jess to mount me. As her hot cunt engulfed me, Jess wiggled atop me with pure delight. I watched as she removed the top of her outfit, revealing again those nips that I loved so much. The skirt had to stay on, though I lifted it often to watch my cock disappear into her pink slit.

Soon she was humping and fucking my rod like a cowboy, frantically pumping herself up and down. Though I enjoyed a good view of her tits bouncing, it was obvious that she wasn't getting the sensations she wanted.

"When are you going to fuck me with that big, fat cock of yours?" she pleaded, pulling up the skirt so I could see her cunt sliding down on my meat.

"As soon as you beg me for it," I replied flippantly.

"Please, please fuck me," she begged, bending her head down close to mine. "Please give me your cock. Please. I'll do anything for it. Anything for you. Just make me your slut. Your fuck slut, that's what I'll be. Fuck me with your big, long cock and I'll be your slave. Please. Your whore slave. Just call me and I'll be your fuck slut. Please..."

Frankly, I hadn't expected that. Who knew that she even knew or would use words like that. But it worked. The feeling of power turned me on so much that I immediately pushed her to the ground and plunged my cock into her steamy slit. I fucked her like an animal. Soon, though, it became apparent that Jess wasn't feeling it like I was.

"More, baby, more," she gasped to me, increasingly demanding. "Not enough. Not like last time. Give it to me hard. Make your fuck slut scream. Not like last time. I need more!"

She wanted more? I gave it to her, opening her nerve endings to a greater level of pleasure. Immediately her face lit up and she grew more animated, thrashing around as though in the throes of rapture. We came simultaneously, each spurt of my cum sending her off into another wave of orgasm. She calmed down only after I pulled my flaccid cock from her still steamy cunt. When she bent her head to lick me clean, and continued to try and get me hard again, I finally realized that we had a problem.

Obviously, Jess was addicted to fucking. And not just any fucking. She was addicted to the enhanced experience I gave her by boosting her chemicals and opening her nerve endings. I definitely hadn't been prepared for this situation. How could too much stimulation be bad for a person? Then it dawned on me. It was just the same as if I'd given her drugs. That's when I really started to feel bad, despite the fact that she was earnestly sucking on my cock at the time. I'd gotten Jess addicted. Now how was I going to fix this?