Carol stared at Donald as he worked on the new formula. There was a real man. His 5'4" stocky frame filled out his lab coat in such a sexy way. His thick glasses exemplified his high IQ. The way his magic hands worked, as he titrated sample 327, made her body tingle. She wanted to run her fingers through his slick brown hair, parted perfectly in the middle. She had to show him how she felt about him. Her 35" C Cup breasts heaved beneath her lab coat. She felt a wetness between her long, toned legs. Slowly her 6' body moved up behind him. She released her long black hair from its trademark pony tail and shook her head to loosen it. he licked her full red lips as she placed her hands on his shoulders. Donald jumped and dropped the test tube he was holding in his lap, spilling its contents on his pants.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Carol said innocently. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's OK, Carol," Donald replied. "It's just that this is a sensitive experiment."

"Should you be so tense then?" Carol asked.

"I should be more relaxed," Donald replied. "But, it's just been a long day."

Carol turned him around in his swivel chair and leaned in toward him. "Do you want me to help you clean that up?"

"It's OK Carol. I can . . ." Donald stopped as Carol rubbed the wet spot on his pants. Her hands made his cock twitch and when she felt it move, she encouraged it.

"The chemicals might seep through your pants," She warned. "We'd better get them off."

With that, she unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and pulled them off of him along with his underwear. "We should get you cleaned up, too," she said as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She took hold of his cock, which was already almost hard, and sucked it into her hungry mouth. Donald grabbed the seat of his chair and gasped as the feeling of her warm mouth around his cock caused every muscle in his body to tense in reaction to the pleasure.

"Carol, we're at work," He gasped. "What if someone walks in?"

Carol raised her head but continued to stroke all four inches of his now rock hard cock. "Do you want me stop?"

"God no!" Donald said as he grabbed her head and pushed it back on his member. "Just keep doing what you're doing. God knows I need to re . . .re . . .relaxxxxx."

Carol made no response other than to moan as she enjoyed herself on him. One of her hands squeezed his leg while the other gently massaged his balls. Donald knew that it wouldn't be long before he came in her mouth but before that could happen, she stopped. Donald's eyes popped open and he looked down at Carol who was smiling at him. Slowly, she stood up, making sure their eyes stayed locked. She then tore open her lab coat to show the latest Victoria Secrets lace lingerie in red with matching garters. She climbed on his chair and straddled him, pushing her panties to the side to allow his cock to enter her. She began to move her hips back and forth - slowly at first - but quickly picking up speed.

"Oh, Donald, I love your cock so much!" She moaned. "Oh . . .Donald . . .Fuck me! Oh Donald! Oh Donald . . .Uh . . .Donald?"

Donald jumped in his seat. Carol was at the door, her lab coat on, clothes obvious beneath it and her ponytail in place. She was looking at him curiously.

"Are you OK, Donald?" she asked.

Donald looked at the equipment in front of him and realized she was asking because the test tube he was working with was overflowing. He stopped adding the neutralizing agent and began to turn his chair toward her when he realized that she might see the tent in his pants. He just turned his head and tried to look busy.

"Oh . . .Uh . . . I'm fine," Donald replied. "I . . .Uh . . .Was just going over some formulas in my head and kinda zoned out."

"Oh, I do that too, just not in the lab," Carol giggled. "Want me to help you clean that up?"

Donald's cock twitched. "No!"

His response shocked Carol. She took a half step back.

Donald tried to recover. "I mean, I can handle it. Don't worry."

Carol relaxed again and then noticed some fluid dripping off the desk.

"The chemicals might seep through your pants," She warned. "You might want to get them off."

Donald looked down to see the growing wet spot on his crotch. When he looked back up, Carol had left the room.

--

"So did you ask Carol out?" Tyson asked as he and Donald enjoyed drinks at their favourite patio bar. The sun was just beginning to set and a cool breeze wafted off the water, bringing a little relief from the dry heat. A medley of old school songs was playing not so loud that you had to raise your voice to talk. The bar was filled with suits, just off from work and few "artsy" types. There was eye candy "a plenty" or, if you preferred, a beautiful view of the ocean and beach where a few people already lounging. Even some of the suits had removed their shoes and socks to feel the sand between their toes.

Donald took a sip from his Diet Coke before replying "No, not yet."

Tyson shook his head. He doubted that Donald would ever ask Carol out. Having grown up together, Tyson knew all of Donald's hopes and fears. Theirs was a symbiotic relationship. Tyson had the street smarts and Donald, the book smarts. When they were younger, Donald often helped Tyson get through school by helping him with his homework and tutoring him on courses. Tyson helped Donald get through school by protecting him from bullies and inviting him to social events that someone such as Donald would normally not be invited to attend.

Now, at 30, they were still best friends and still at opposites ends of the spectrum. Tyson was 5' 11", with a lean muscular frame, and broad shoulders and a commanding presence. Donald was 7" shorter with a potbelly and slouched. Tyson was black. Donald was white. Tyson wore the latest fashions. Donald looked like his mother dressed him. Donald had a great job. Tyson moved quickly between jobs. Tyson had a life. Donald had hobbies. Donald had his virginity. Tyson had taken at least a dozen others. What they had in common and what kept them together were movies, video games, music and a fascination with the stories about each other's lives.

"How's the secret formula coming then?" Tyson asked.

"No luck yet, but I'm sure I'm getting close," Donald replied. "In the meantime, I've come up with three new scents for the company."

"They must love you."

"Sixteen percent raise starting Monday."

"Donny, I don't know if you'll ever get your formula working, but it sounds like you're going to become rich in the process. I still don't know why you don't start your own company. You could be making a percent of the profits rather than just a good salary. That'd be worth millions."

"I'm not a businessman. I don't pretend to be. I 'm a scientist."

Tyson perked up. "I could run the business for you."

"Yes, like you ran the other six businesses you started? The breakfast bookstore was my favourite."

"That should have worked! It works for books and coffee."

"Syrup and paper are never a good combination. The food shouldn't be accessible BEFORE you buy the books."

"I really lost a lot on that one."

Just then, their waitress - a petite brunette with olive skin, long curly hair, small perky breasts and a round hard ass - came up to check on them. She wore the bar's standard outfit consisting of a short denim skirt, a yellow halter and yellow platform sandals.

"How are you gentlemen doing?" she asked.

Tyson smiled at her. "We are doing great, Nancy," he said, reading her name tag. "Even better now that you've returned."

Nancy smiled back at him. "Would you like anything else to drink?"

"Another beer for me, please," Tyson replied. "But can you go get that and then come back and ask Donny what he wants?"

"Why?" Nancy asked, tilting her head slightly with curiosity.

An evil grin appeared on Tyson's face. "Because I love watching your ass wiggle when you leave us."

Nancy blushed. "What would you like, Donny?"

"Another Diet Coke, please." Donny replied though sheepishly. His friend's remarks always seemed to embarrass him.

"Coming right up." Nancy smiled at Donald, playfully sneered at Tyson and left to get their drinks. The extra wiggle in her ass when she walked was obvious.

"OK, let me ask you this," Tyson continued. "Do you really think you can discover a magical formula that will make people irresistible?"

"It's the basic pheromone principle. We know how they work and they are very powerful in the animal world. If you can just find the correct scent for a person at the right intensity, you should get a proportionate response. I'm sure the secret is in the animals we have."

"You're doing animal testing?"

"No, not really. We're using their scents to create our formulas."

"Their scents?"

"Yes . . . Well . . .You know . . ."

"Oh God! You mean if this works, we might be spraying animal piss on ourselves?"

"If you could get any girl, would you?"

Tyson thought about that for a while. "What kinda animals?"

"Cats, dogs, monkeys . . ."

"Would I spray monkey piss on myself if I could fuck Angelina Jolie? Hmmm. Who am I kidding? Yeah."

"I'm sure the monkeys will appreciate it."

"Well, I hope you find it. Just remember, I'm available to field-test it for you."

"You've made that abundantly clear, Ty."

Nancy returned with the drinks, placed them on the table and then placed her hands on Tyson's shoulders as she asked, "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Tyson reached up and put his hand on hers. "Maybe you can answer a question for us."

"Sure." Nancy replied.

Tyson looked at Donald although he was talking to Nancy. "Is the way a man smells important to you?"

"Well, yeah. I mean if he stinks, why would I want to go near him?"

"That's a given," Tyson responded. "What I'm asking is if you have two guys, and number one is better looking, but number two smells better, which one would you talk to first?"

"I'd probably go with the better looking one and then buy him some cologne that I love."

Tyson tilted his head up so he could see Nancy as he talked to her. "Nope. No modifications. What you choose is what you're stuck with."

"Well . . . Then I'd go with the one that smelled better."

"Why is that?"

Nancy squeezed Tyson's shoulders. "Because smell intensifies when you get sweaty, and if I plan on spending a lot of together time with the guy, then that would be a great perk"

Tyson smiled at Donald. "It looks like she'd love your new cologne," He patted Nancy's hand. "Thanks Nancy."

Nancy leaned down and smelled Tyson's neck. "You have a nice smell to you."

"You'll have to thank Donny here for that. He created the cologne I'm wearing."

She took another sniff. "Mmmm . . .Thanks Donny." she said and then left to see to other customers.

Donald looked at Tyson. "You're going to sleep with her tonight, aren't you?"

Tyson kept the evil grin on his face. "Not at all. If I have my way, there will be no sleep all night."

--

Donald didn't go home from the bar. He went back to the lab. Security let him through, shaking their heads after he entered. Donald often spent his evenings here and they found that really sad.

--

Tyson didn't go home from the bar. He went to Nancy's. Security let them into her building shaking their heads after the two entered. Nancy didn't bring a lot of different men home, but they both wished that they could be one of them. When they knew some other guy was going to fuck her, they got really sad.

--

"Smell intensifies when you get sweaty." Nancy had said. This was an obvious point but it stuck in Donald's brain. There was something important to it.

--

Tyson and Nancy started kissing the moment they got in the apartment. For the first time this evening, Tyson realized just how good she smelled. She tasted even better. The two of them struggled to get each other's clothes off as they fell on the couch. As their passion increased, Nancy noticed that Tyson's cologne got stronger. She inhaled it and as she kissed his bare chest. They had lost their shoes and tops. Now her hands worked at his belt.

--

Donald opened Julius' cage and pulled the chimpanzee out. He stroked the monkey's fur as he put a tiny Viagra pellet in his mouth.

--

Nancy opened Tyson's pants and pulled out his cock. She stroked it lovingly , watching it grow to its full 7" and then slipped it into her mouth. Tyson took in a breath as he watched her suck him. She was wearing that glossy lipstick that made her lips almost glow. The sight of them wrapped around his cock made him want to explode in her mouth right then, but they were just getting started. Nancy pulled him out of her mouth and started licking his shaft while one hand slid along his stomach feeling the muscles of his six-pack. Her other hand stroked the areas of his cock that her tongue wasn't getting at. She opened her eyes, looked up at him, smiled, and then took his cock right back into her mouth until her lips were at its base. She sucked hard and then began pumping her head up and down on him. Tyson's eyes rolled into the back of his head as she worked.

"The girl is a pro" he thought as his hands fell onto her head. Part of him wanted to push her head to his own rhythm, but she was doing such a great job, he resisted. After a few minutes, her hand came up to help stroke his cock as her mouth focused on the tip. Her other hand began to play with his balls. Tyson grabbed her head as he felt his cock begin to fill. He came hard into her mouth and she swallowed it all with a smile. Nancy then pulled his pants right off. She stood up and dropped her skirt and panties and got on the couch with her legs spread.

"Now me." She said.

Tyson looked at her naked body and noticed that she had shaved and trimmed her public hair to form a small arrow pointing at her pussy. Nancy began to knead her own tits as she waited for him to service her. Tyson didn't make her wait long. He practically dove for her and planted his face between her legs. He licked up and down her labia and teased her clit with his tongue.

"Circles." He heard her say, so he started moving his tongue in a circular motion around her clit. He reached around and grabbed her ass. It had a "black girl booty" shape, but was solid. Nancy moaned and raised her hips as his tongue pleasured her.

"Fuck, Tyson, that's great!"

Tyson took the encouragement and increased the speed of his circles. Nancy grabbed onto the pillows of the couch and moaned in response.

"Fingers!" she then called out. Tyson took two of his fingers and shoved them up her cunt. "Oh fuck yes!" She screamed and began to grind her hips against his hand.

The sight and sound of her made Tyson start to get hard again. He pumped his fingers hard and fast and licked her up and down. She tried to grab his hair but his almost shaved style made that impossible. She settled for pushing it hard into her clit.

"Oh god! Oh God!! OH GOD!!" she called out and then bucked as she came. Tyson drank down her juices as she settled down. He then climbed up her body to kiss her passionately.

--

Donald took Julius and slipped him into Vivian's cage. It wasn't long before the two of them were fucking like crazy.

--

Tyson took his hard cock and slipped it into Nancy pussy. They started slow, but it wasn't long before the two of them were fucking like crazy. Nancy was ramming her hips into him with a surprising strength and they were in danger on sliding off the couch. Neither of them seemed to care though. "Fuck me, Tyson! Oh God . . .You feel so good!" Tyson had one knee on the floor the other on the couch and his cock as far up Nancy's cunt as he could manage. She pinched her nipples and looked into his eyes and suddenly no sound came out of her mouth except a tiny squeak of air. She grabbed him and pulled him close and he felt her pussy squeeze his cock, felt her legs wrap around his waist and finally heard that squeak turn into a scream as she came.

--

Donald retrieved Julius after the monkeys were finished. He pulled Julius back out and collected some monkey sweat before putting Julius back in his cage.

--

Tyson pulled out after Nancy's orgasm, but he was nowhere near finished. Nancy got down on the floor - on her hands and knees - and Tyson got behind her. He wiped some sweat from his brow with his hand and then spread it across Nancy's smooth round ass before putting his cock back in her pussy. She gasped at the force of entry but pushed back against him as they started up again. Nancy dropped to her elbows and made a sound like a cat. Tyson smacked her ass and her back arched. He began pumping hard again, determined to cum this time whether she did or not.

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed as he felt the tightness of her around him. Nancy had her face buried in the carpet and again, made catlike noises as she fucked him in rhythm with his strokes. He slapped her again and she let out a tiny yelp. Her locks flowed off her head over the carpet. Her ass glistened from both his and her sweat. One of her arms stretched out forward and grabbed the carpet and then clawed slowly back. Tyson reached under her and coated his finger in cum and sweat and then pushed it into her anus. Nancy pushed off the floor. Her hair floated up and fell on her back.

"FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!" she screamed. Her cunt tightened around Tyson's cock. The sight and feel of it was too much and Tyson unloaded into her. Nancy continued to push back, pumping him for every drop he had. Finally they both collapsed.

--

Donald rushed the sweat over to his table and added it to a new formula.

--

Nancy went to the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of ginger ale, grabbed some rye and added it to the drink. She offered a similar drink to Tyson who accepted. They put their clothes back on and sat down on the couch to talk, making idle chit chat.

--

While Donald worked, Julius began to act up. Apparently one go was not enough for him this evening. Donald tried to ignore the monkey's cries as he combined chemicals, centrifuged samples and filtered the compounds. Julius banged against the door of his cage and screamed but Donald was "in the zone".

--

There was something in the way Nancy moved, laughed and looked at Tyson that made his cock start to act up again. Apparently, one go was not enough for him this evening. Tyson tried to ignore the bulge in his pants as he talked about meaningless topics just so that he could joke and make her smile. His cock pressed against the confines of his pants and leaked small droplets of cum, but Tyson was stayed in the zone.

--

It wasn't until the sound of the banging changed slightly that Donald looked up and noticed that he hadn't locked Julius' cage properly. Just then the monkey popped out of his cage.

--

It wasn't until Tyson had to shift in his seat to get more comfortable that he noticed that he hadn't done up his fly properly. His cock was already poking out from under his underwear and when he moved it popped out of his pants.

--

Donald raced over to grab him, but Julius began to run and jump around the lab, seeming to giggle the whole time. Donald chased him, but Julius stayed a step ahead until finally, he jumped on Donald's work table.

--

Tyson chased Nancy around her apartment with his cock hanging out of his fly. She ran and jumped around the place, giggling the whole time. Tyson was actually doing her best to catch her, but she stayed a step ahead until finally, she dove onto her bed.

--

Julius picked up various test tubes and flung them around. Their contents sprayed across the table, the walls and the floor. He then picked up the beaker with Donald's latest formula. Donald froze.

Nancy's picked up various bed pillows and flung them at Tyson. He batted them away and they hit the walls and the floor. She then reached into a drawer and pulled out a large dildo and raised her skirt to expose her naked cunt. Tyson froze.

--

Julius sniffed it and didn't seem to like what it smelled like. He lifted it to throw it and Donald bolted toward him. His foot hit the slick floor, tiny pieces of glass causing him to slip and fall toward Julius who threw the beaker at him. The beaker smashed on Donald's head and the contents sprayed over him. Donald hit the table hard, bounced off and landed on the floor.

--

Nancy held the dildo to her cheek and licked it. She beckoned Tyson with her other hand and he bolted toward her. His foot hit a pillow causing him to slip and fall onto the bed. Nancy accidentally hit him in the head with the dildo as she tried to stop him from falling, making them both laugh. Tyson grabbed the dildo and put Nancy in a 69 position. didn't bother undressing. His cock was sticking out of his pants and she had no panties on anymore. He lay on top of her, pumping his cock in her mouth while he worked the dildo in her cunt and licked her clit. They both moaned from the pleasure. He enjoyed the way she squeezed his ass. She convulsed at the feel of his tongue on her clit, the dildo pumping her cunt and his finger in her ass all at the same time.

--

Donald lay on the floor, having hit his head hard. His vision began to darken. The last thing he saw was Julius standing over him, laughing, before pissing on his face.

--

Tyson lay on top of Nancy, pumping both the dildo and, now, three fingers in and out of Nancy hard while he licked her clit. His balls began to tighten and Nancy was on her way to her biggest orgasm of the night. Nancy pulled his cock from her mouth and pumped it with her hand so she could scream in orgasm. The last thing Tyson remembered was Nancy writhing in pleasure under him, before cumming on her face.

--

The next morning Carol entered the lab and saw the mess.

"What the hell happened here?" She said before spotting Donald on the floor. "Oh my god, Donald! Are you OK?"

Her first thought was that someone had come in to try to steal their formulas and surprised Donald. She then spotted Julius asleep on Donald's overnight couch in the corner and she put things together. Only Donald could be taken out by a monkey. He was breathing - that was a good sign - but he smelled awful. She called security who carried him to the infirmary.

When Donald woke up, the nurse was giving him a sponge bath. It took him a moment to get his bearings and for the nurse, Lucille, to notice he was awake.

"Oh, Dr. Jacobs, you're awake!" she exclaimed.

"Lucille, what are you doing?" he asked, thinking that a sponge bath was the most inappropriate treatment for a head injury.

Lucille was a plump lady in her late forties who kept her blonde hair in a bun, her tops as low as office standards would allow (to show off her ample cleavage), and wore more make-up then she really needed. She was cute as older plump ladies go but not Donald's type.

"I'm sorry Doctor, but I felt it was best to get all the chemicals off your body as soon as possible." she said as she continued to wash him.

That WAS good thinking, he admitted. Her sponge then brushed against his cock and it twitched visibly. Lucille even stopped momentarily when she noticed it. She smiled to herself and then continued to work. Donald realized she had noticed, blushed and broke into a cold sweat. A few seconds later Lucille stopped again. Donald began to wonder what the problem was this time when she resumed her work.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him.

"My head hurts, but I guess that's to be expected." He realized that he didn't feel all that bad and began to get up. She pushed him back down.

"No sudden movements," she warned. "You're likely to get dizzy. I'm almost done here. Just relax."

Donald felt a little exposed and awkward, but did as he was told. Lucille continued to sponge his legs and then the sponge slipped against his cock again. Donald did his best not to shift and began to think of horror movies and dead puppies. The sponge brushed against him again. He tried to look at a nice spot on the ceiling as his cock grew just a bit.

"This is the last area and then you're all done." Lucille announced.

He heard her rinse the sponge and then felt her take hold of his cock.

"Lucille!" he said in surprise as he tried to get up again. She pushed him back down.

"Relax, Doctor. Lucille is going to get you all cleaned up." With that statement, he felt a warm moist grip on his cock and then a stroking feeling. He looked down and the nurse was sucking his cock. He jumped up, painfully extracting his cock form her mouth in the process.

"I don't think that's how you're supposed to clean me!" Donald exclaimed. He scanned the room for his clothes and moved toward them.

Lucille intercepted. "Now, Dr. Jacobs, it's obvious you were enjoying yourself. Just let me finish and . . ."

"Let you finish? This is highly inappropriate behavior. I could report you!"

"Please, Doctor, don't do that. It's just that I find you so. . .Well . . .So yummy. Just tell me want you want me to do and I'll do it, anything," she said as she opened her top further to bare more cleavage. "Anything at all."

Donald didn't know what the fuck was going on but tried to take the opening she gave him. "OK then, I want you to sit up on the table."

Lucille smiled and quickly jumped on the examination table. She squeezed her tits together and then started to undo her pants.

Donald couldn't believe it. He had sent her there so he could get to the door but now he actually stopped to watch her. She had her pants off quickly and exposed her bushy pussy. Donald just stared. Lucille then took off her lab coat, blouse and finally, her bra.

"What do you want me to do now, Doctor?" she asked as she lifted a tit to her mouth and licked it.

"I . . .Er . . .I . . ." Donald's cock stood upright and he thought maybe he should just go over to her. He'd been wanting to lose his virginity to someone other than a hooker. This woman was probably experienced. She obviously wanted him. Then, he remembered Carol. No, he wanted to lose his virginity to someone special like her.

"Just take care of yourself." he said as he grabbed his clothes and rushed out the door.

Donald quickly got dressed in the hallway, luckily without incident. Not wanting the day to get worse, he headed straight home.

Back in the nurse's examination room, Lucille frigged herself like crazy, trying to overcome the horniness that had taken over her. After she came, she also came to her senses and wondered what the hell had gotten into her.

Donald's condo was in walking distance of work. He greeted the concierge, entered and waited for the elevator. When the doors opened there was a Japanese woman in her mid 20's with two bags of groceries inside on her way up from the garage. She stood just under 5' with shoulder length hair. A flowered sun dress adorned her slim body which seemed to have almost no tits or ass to speak of. She was cute, but not beautiful, wore a wedding ring and had housewife written all over her.

"Hello" she greeted, with a strong Japanese accent.

"Uh . . .Hi." Donald said as he moved to one side of the elevator. He called it the elevator waltz. If one person was in, they stood in the center; two moved to each side; three formed an equilateral triangle; and four stood the corners. This was, of course, when no one knew each other. It was all about being as far away from each other as possible. People seemed so afraid of contact. And Of course, the dance worked backwards, too. Donald played classical music in his mind whenever he watched it happen.

The woman's nose wrinkled and she turned toward Donald. He blushed and tried to move further to his side, into the wall if possible.

"Accident at work," he explained. "I just came home to shower and change."

She looked disbelievingly at him and he knew what she was smelling. It was all over his shirt even though it was dry. "A monkey peed on me." he told her.

Her looked instantly changed to one of amusement and she laughed. "I hope you get it all out."

Donald relaxed. "Thanks."

The elevator stopped at 15 and a maintenance man got in. It was only seconds before he wondered what the source of the smell was as well. He pressed 16 and held his breath.

The woman looked at the 39 button that Donald had pressed. "How is the view from your place? Ocean or city?" she asked.

"Ocean." Donald replied.

"3905?" she asked.

"3906" he answered."

"Oh, just missed it!" she chided.

The maintenance man got off and they heard him take a big breath in as the doors closed again. They both laughed.

"You can hold your breath too, if you like." Donald joked.

"It's OK," she assured him. "It's bad, but underneath, there's something pleasant, like perfume."

"I work at a perfume company." he explained.

"That would probably explain it." she said with a giggle.

The elevator stopped at 23 and she walked out but stopped in the doorway. "It was nice meeting you 3906. I'm Mariko in 2312. Maybe I'll see you around."

"Donald," he replied. "Sure. You know where I live." he joked.

"Yes, I do." she said as she left and let the doors close. Something about the way she said it gave Donald pause. Did she just come on to him? No, women don't come on to him. He must have imagined it.

--

After showering, changing and throwing his shirt in the garbage bin, Donald gave Tyson a call on his cell.

"Yo!" his friend answered. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

Donald realized that Tyson had checked the caller display.

"I was at work all night." he answered.

"Oh, not again. Donny, we really need to find you a girlfriend or at least get you laid."

"Well, I almost did."

"What? Details, dog . . .I need details!"

Donald smiled. He had always lived vicariously through Tyson. To have Tyson asking for details on his sexual escapades (well, escapade) was a strange but welcome experience.

"OK . . .OK. After the bar I went back to the lab. . ."

". . .And Carol showed up and you fucked her?"

"No, no. I wish! I was trying to work on the formula, as usual, when Julius got out of his cage."

"Julius?"

"One of the monkeys."

"Please tell me you didn't try and fuck a monkey."

"Ty!"

"The monkey tried to fuck you?"

"Shut up!"

"Sorry. Go on."

"Well, I tried to catch him and he ended up throwing the latest formula at me and the beaker smashed on my head. I hit the table and fell unconscious and when I woke up, I was in the nurse's office."

"This is not sounding like an 'I almost got laid' story . . ."

"I'm just getting to that!"

"Well . . .Get to it!"

"OK! So I wake up and I'm naked on the examination table and the nurse is giving me a sponge bath."

"OK, NOW it's getting good. Was she hot?"

"Not really. She was mature and plump."

"Old and fat."

"That's rude, Tyson."

"She can't hear me, unless you brought her home and she's listening. Is she sucking your dick right now?"

"No."

"OK, so this old, fat nurse was giving you a sponge bath . . .Then?"

"She wasn't old. She's like late forties. Anyway, I tried to get up but she pushed me back down and then she starts sucking my penis."

"You're fucking with me."

"No, I'm serious. I've known this woman for a couple years now at work and there's never been any attraction. Now, suddenly, she's sucking my penis!"

"Can you call it a cock? For me?"

"OK . . .OK. . .So the bitch is hoovering my cock like a ho. Is that better?"

"Uh, no. Out of a white-white guy's mouth that shit just sounds wrong. Just stop using the word penis. So the she sucked your cock. She single?"

"Why? You want a throw?"

"No, I'm just saying . . .She's old . . .She's fat . . .She's single. It adds up to desperate. Now, she gets a naked man in front of her . . .Years of frustration take hold, and BAM! Or rather, SUCK! Nice use of the word "throw", by the way. So, did you come in her mouth?"

"What? No! I jumped off the table and told her to stop!"

"Hold up. You got a woman to suck your dick for the first time in your virgin life and you told her to stop? Donny, I know people say they have standards but at this point, you really shouldn't be one of them."

"That's mean Ty?"

"You know I'm fooling, but let me tell you this: 90% of the guys out there that woke to a woman sucking their dick, unless the woman was coyote ugly or something, would let her finish and THEN bitch at her."

"So you want me to go back and tell her to finish?" Donald mocked.

"You? I doubt you'll even be able to talk to her again."

Donald knew Tyson was probably right on that count.

"So what then? You ran out?" Tyson asked.

"No, that was when the weird thing happened."

"This gets weirder?"

"She told me she'd do whatever I wanted. So I told her to get on the table. It was just to get her out of the way of me and the door. But, when she got on the table, she took all her clothes off and started playing with herself to try and seduce me."

"You ARE fucking kidding me!"

"I swear."

"So you watched her get off?"

"For a little while, but I left before she finished."

"Donny, don't tell me these things. Lie and say she came and then did tricks for you."

"I can't do that."

"Yeah, I know. So what are you up to today?"

"I'm going to chill for a bit and then go back to work this afternoon. How about you?"

"Probably look for a new job after lunch." Tyson seemed to be on and off jobs as often as some people were on and off diets.

"Oh, what happened with that waitress?" Donald said, remembering the previous evening.

"Things went very well."

Just then Donald heard a strange noise on the other side of the phone.

"Is there a cat there?"

"Uh . . .No . . ." Tyson answered. Donald could sense he was smiling.

"Are you at home?"

"Uh . . . No . . ."

"Are you fucking her right now?"

"Uh . . . Yes . . ."

"Have you been fucking her this whole time?"

"Uhhhhhh . . .Yes . . ." Tyson grunted no longer trying to hide his actions.

"Then why'd you even pick up the phone?"

"It's morning. You're not at work. I figured it was important."

Donald laughed. Tyson laughed, too as Nancy sat on his lap, sliding up and down on his cock in slow sensuous motions.

"Enjoy your day, Ty."

"I will!" Ty responded. "See you at The Shoreline tonight?"

"Six o'clock."

"Seven. Go home first after work and put on some of the clothes we got the other day. It's Friday night. Don't show up looking like a scientist!

"Fine," Donald sighed. "Bye."

"Holy . . .Ugh . . .Oh . . .Bye."

Donald sat there smiling. Tyson had just demonstrated one of his traits that made him irreplaceable. Even when he's with a woman, their friendship came first. Of course he didn't actually stop fucking the woman to talk, but the thought was there.

--

"Your friend is a virgin?" Nancy asked as she undulated slowly on Tyson's cock.

"Oh, you heard that," Tyson realized. "Don't say anything."

"I . . .Mmmmmm . . .won't." she replied. Her eyes seemed to look off to the ceiling and her paced quickened a bit.

Tyson's brow wrinkled. "Are you thinking about me or Donny?"

She snapped back to him. "Oh no, not Donny, not really. It's just that I haven't had a virgin in a while. For some girls it's a turn on to break in a new guy."

"I'm guessing you're one of those girls."

"Well yes, but I . . .I . . .Oh baby . . .That's it . . .Right there," Their motions sped up some more. "But I have a few friends who feel the same wuh . . .Waaaaaaaayyyyyy . . .Oh!" she squealed as an orgasm hit her. "Mmmmm. . .That was a good one."

"So you want me to pimp my boy to your girls?" he asked.

"From what I remember, he's not ugly, just unremarkable. They'd do him. In fact, fix his hair and make him work out and he'd actually be cute, just short."

"He wants to lose his virginity with someone special. Jesus, you feel good!"

"You too, lover."

Tyson got up from the chair with Nancy still riding his cock. He took her over to the dining room table and laid her on it. She put her feet over his shoulders and he began to fuck her hard.

"He still has that fantasy? Well, my . . . friends are . . . Sppp . . .Special . . .But . . .Eeeee . . .They won't start a relationship just to get some virgin coooooooock! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"God, I could fuck you all day!" Tyson grunted.

"I have to be at work by four so you can fuck . . . Fuck . . .FUCK me till threeeeeee . . ."

Tyson looked down to see his black cock appear out of and disappear into her tanned pussy.

"Oh, I heard you say thaaaaaaat you were cum . . .Cum . . .Coming to the bar tonight," She moaned and then let out a sharp "Eee!"

Tyson smiled. "Little orgasm?"

She nodded quickly with a big grin on her face.

"I just want to get it straight that although I'd like to do this again . . .God . . .And again . . .And again . . ."

"We're not a couple." Tyson finished. "So don't act like I'm your boyfriend."

"Mmmmhmmmm" She nodded. "It would be very annoying and affect mu . . .Muhaaiiiiy . . .My . . . My . . .My . . .MYYYYY!" She screamed as another orgasm hit her. She tried to continue breathlessly. "My job."

"No problem. That's where I'm at, too. Ummmmm . . .Is it OK if I . . .Er . . . "

"If you pick up girls? Tyson, pick up a sexy one and I may just go home with the both of you."

That statement was it for Tyson. His balls contracted and he came hard into her pussy. Nancy started laughing when she realized what happened.

"Where the hell have you been all my life?" Tyson asked.

"Careful." she warned. "Don't get attached. Not yet. God, I was close to another orgasm too."

Tyson pulled his cock out, yanked her off the table and onto the floor and went to town on her clit. I n less than a minute he gave her that orgasm she missed.

"May . . .Maybe you can get a little Ah . . . Ah . . .Attached." she said trying to catch her breath.

Nancy's tummy grumbled. "We should order in some lunch."

"Lunch!" Tyson exclaimed and gave her clit a long lick.

"OH GOD!" she gasped. "Stop! Sensitive!"

He licked her again. "Tyson!" she yelled.

When he tried to lick her again, she started crawling away from him, yelling "9-1-1! 9-1-1!" He crawled right on after her.

"He's trying to kill me with his tongue!" Nancy giggled and then moaned as he caught up and licked her again. She switched between giggles and moans, depending on how far she could get her pussy away from Tyson's hungry mouth. Finally, she hit a wall. He buried his head between her legs and finger fucked her until she came again.

Nancy petted Tyson's head. She was spent. "Is there something you'd like to eat, besides me?"

"Order anything you want but make sure they sell Gatorade. We're going to need it.

--

Donald made it back to work just after an enjoyable lunch of fish and chips with tartar sauce. The lab had been cleaned up and Carol was overly concerned with him and kept asking if he shouldn't take the day off. She seemed to think of him as being a lot more fragile than he was.

He passed Nurse Lucille in the hall once and they both pretended to not see each other. He wondered how long that would go on.

Other than that, the day was uneventful. As they worked on their separate projects in the lab, Donald snuck peeks at Carol every chance he got. Even in a lab coat her beauty was undeniable.

"That woman should be modeling, not working here," he thought. "I am in love with her and she looks at me like a little brother. Well, that's going to change. I'm going to let her know how I feel. I'm going to show her that I'd make an amazing boyfriend, maybe husband and treat her like a princess. I'm going to do it." Donald got up from his chair, straightened himself out and looked toward Carol. She noticed him staring at her and smiled at him. He lifted a hand to wave and knocked over a rack of test tubes. He quickly tried to clean up the mess and sat back down while she giggled. "First thing Monday morning, I'm going to do it."

They continued to work in their separate areas until the end of the day. Carol came over to say "good-bye" and Donald's mind raced for topics to talk about, coming up with nothing.

"Well, have a good weekend, Don." Carol said, as she took off her lab coat to reveal a white blouse and beige slacks. It was a very casual look and she still took his breath away.

"Um . . .You too, Carol," Donald said, still trying to think of a way to prolong the conversation with her. "Are you doing anything interesting?" he asked finally.

Carol had already turned to walk away, but she stopped and turned back. "No, I'll probably just go over to my boyfriend's place and hang."

Donald's heart sank. "Boyfriend?"

"Oh, I didn't know you had a boyfriend." he said with his voice breaking slightly.

"Yes, for about a year now."

"Oh, well then... have fun."

"You, too." she said and turned to leave once again. She made it to the door and then turned back yet again. "You know, Don, we've been working together for two years and never seen each other outside of work. Maybe we should go out for drinks or a movie or something sometime . . . As friends."

"As friends," Donald thought. "Why does every woman I meet want to go out with me as friends? I don't want to be your friend! I want to hold you and kiss you and bring you into my bed. Oh hell, I want to fuck you!"

"Sure!" he heard himself say. "When would you like?"

"Oh, I don't know," she replied. "I was just throwing it out there. I'm glad you caught it though. I'll call you," she said backing out. "Or you can call me . . .Or we can talk on Monday. You know, Whatever." She bumped into the door frame, smiled awkwardly and then let herself out.

This was the first time Donald had ever seen Carol flustered and he didn't know why. She was never flustered around him. It was always the other way around.

--

Donald went home to change and bumped into Mariko in front of his building as she was exiting.

"Hello. . .Again." she greeted cheerfully.

"Hi, Mariko," Donald replied. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"Good timing, I guess . . ." She smiled. Then she came right up to him and sniffed him. ". . .And no sign of monkey pee."

Donald blushed but then laughed. "I'm throwing out that shirt, too."

Mariko giggled at that. "Good plan." she said, putting her hand on his chest. It was then that he noticed she was taller. She had a pair of sexy black high heels. His gaze followed her legs upward to where her dress ended just below her knees. The black dress she wore hugged her hips, had lace trim and was cut low. It clung to her body, allowing Donald to see that her breasts may be small but they were perky. Her nipples tried to poke through the material. She actually had a set of hips, too, and a cute, if not tiny, ass.

"You're all dressed up. Where are you off to?" Donald asked.

"Oh, I'm just meeting my husband for dinner. It's a fancy restaurant." she replied.

"Sounds like fun."

"What about you? Any plans for the evening?" she inquired while her hand moved to his armed and playfully tugged at it.

"I'm just going to The Shoreline to meet my friend for drinks."

"I hear that's a real, what's the expression, meat market?"

"Um, yes. It is for my friend, Tyson. I just go for the atmosphere and conversation."

Mariko pouted. "Oh, that can't be true. I'm sure you do very well for yourself." she said as she squeezed his arm.

Donald blushed again. "You're sweet, but I'm really not a ladies' man. In fact, I just hope to find that one special girl to be with and no one else."

Mariko smiled and put a hand to his cheek. "That's the best kind of man."

"I don't really like trying to meet women in bars, but it's not like one will just show up at my door one day."

"Well, she'd have to know where you live."

Donald got just a little uncomfortable with that. He was almost sure that she was coming on to him and he broke into a nervous sweat. Mariko seemed to notice, but then a strange look came into her eyes. It was an intensity he'd never seen in women when they looked at him. Actually, that wasn't true. He'd seen it just yesterday in Lucille. It was lust. "Listen, I should go or I'll be late. Your husband is probably waiting for you, too."

The mention of her husband seemed to snap Mariko back to her senses. "Oh, yes, that's right," she said. She brushed his shirt with her hand and then smoothed it out. "Well, you have a nice evening. Maybe we can sit down for a coffee sometime. You're a very pleasant man to talk to."

"Er . . .Sure. We can set up a time next week."

"Great! I'll see you then!" she gave him a kiss on the cheek and started off. "Bye!"

"Good-bye."

--

The Shoreline was packed as it usually was on a Friday night. Donald felt like a pinball as he got bumped around trying to find Tyson. He finally spotted him standing by a support pillar, talking to a sexy Pilipino girl with hair to the middle of her back, a slightly big but smooth and round ass and surprisingly large breasts for someone her size. She wore a white two-piece outfit with dozens of tassels hanging from both the top and bottom, making it almost look like a cowgirl outfit. Her top could barely contain her breasts and Donald saw Tyson's gaze continually move from her eyes to her breasts and back as though he were watching a vertical tennis match. Donald moved in sheepishly so as not to disturb Tyson's game, but Tyson stopped the girl in mid-sentence when he saw is buddy.

"Donny!" he exclaimed. "Kara, this is my best friend, Donny."

Kara glanced over at him, eyed him up and down with an unimpressed look that he was used to getting, and greeted him with a "Hi." that seemed to say "Don't talk to me." She then turned back to Tyson. "So anyway, Paula walks in wearing the exact same dress as Ivana!"

"Oh no!" Tyson laughed. "And she'd already changed twice?"

Kara's eyes darted over to Donald and back to Tyson. "Yeah, and Ivana says, 'That girl better be ready to turn and walk away 'cause I've already been here an hour and I ain't going nowhere!'" Kara's eyes now looked like she was watching a tennis match between Tyson and Donald.

"So, did Paula leave?" asked Tyson.

"No," answered Kara. "She'd had enough, so she . . .She . . ." Kara turned her complete focus over to Donald. "I'm sorry. Your name is Donny?"

Donald wondered if she knew him from somewhere. "Yes."

"I'm sorry if I seemed a little rude earlier. I just don't like to be interrupted when I'm telling a story."

Tyson laughed. " Yet you're interrupting your own story to tell him that."

"It's OK," Donald told her.

"Are you sure? Because if I insulted you in anyway, I didn't mean it."

"I'll get over it." Donald assured her.

"I DID insult you," Kara realized and seemed genuinely hurt but that fact. "How can I make it up to you?" she said putting her hands on his chest. "Just tell me how and I'll make it better."

Donald gently removed her hands, saying "It's OK, Kara. No harm done. You can finish your story."

Kara had a confused look on her face and glanced from Tyson to Donald and back again. "OK, so Paula decides to . . .Can I buy you a drink Donny?"

Tyson turned Donald and began to walk him away from Kara. "How about we go grab some drinks and you wait right here." he said as a statement, not a question.

"I can come with you." Kara almost pleaded.

"Donny, tell Kara to wait here." Tyson told him.

"Kara, wait here please." Donny told her.

"OK, Donny, if that's what you want," Kara resigned. "I'll be right here. Don't be long."

Tyson whisked Donald over to the bar. "OK, tell me I'm not tripping here. Did the honey that was into me just throw herself at you?"

Donald sighed. "It's been happening all day. That nurse, a neighbour of mine, I think even Carol might have made a subtle come-on. I'm sorry, Ty. I didn't mean to . . ."

"Don't sweat it, Donny," Tyson insisted. "I'm happy you're finally getting some play but why? It doesn't make sense unless . . .Oh you dog! You did it!"

Donald was oblivious. "Did what?"

"You perfected your formula and you're trying it out! It works like a charm!"

Donald shook his head. "I didn't perfect my formula. I didn't even get to try out the last batch. The monkey . . . threw it at . . .me ."

"Oh shit! That's right! You told me that! He coated you in the formula."

"You may be right. It would explain everything that happened today except that . . ."

"Except what?"

"Except that I had that sponge bath AND I showered. I should have washed it all off."

"Well you obviously missed some. But you have the formula right? You wrote it down?"

Donald looked almost angry at Tyson. "I'm a professional, not a crackpot scientist on TV. I had the formula recorded before I put together the actual chemicals."

"Sorry to insult you, Mr. Scientist, but I don't know these things," Tyson apologized. "We're going to have to go back to the lab and make more."

"We?"

"Hey, I'm your test subject, right?"

Just then the girl, who was standing next to Donald at the bar, excused herself to get by. She was mulatto with the body of a porn star and short brown hair that she spiked up at the front. The green dress she wore hugged her like a second skin and matched her mesmerizing eyes. She held Donald with those eyes and a sultry smile before she and a friend carried their handfuls of drinks over to their other six friends who were hanging out next to the designated dance area on the patio.

Donald and Tyson had stopped talking and just stared. The bartender had to slap Tyson on the arm to make him acknowledge that their drinks were up. Tyson paid silently, leaving a much too big of a tip and handed a beer to Donald while grabbing the Diet Coke. After his first sip, he switched the drinks. Donald never even noticed her was holding a drink, nor that it had changed. The friends of the girl in green were beautiful as well, but not as stunning as she was. Soon the song changed and the girls got excited and moved quickly over to dance. The girl in green gave Donald another smile and began to dance with her friends. The expressions on Donald and Tyson changed simultaneously and Tyson took a swig of his beer to hide his face.

Donald turned to Tyson. "Have you ever been extremely attracted to a woman in one instant and then want to run screaming in the next?"

Tyson spat out the beer in his mouth and doubled over with laughter. Donald's statement echoed his thoughts. If there was no music playing he might have thought that the girl was having a seizure. Tyson also believed, mostly from experience, that the way a person danced echoed the way that they fucked. As beautiful as that girl was, he doubted he would ever want to find out what she was like in the sack. The surprising thing was that her friends were dancing fairly normally, a couple even sexily.

"Her friends must really hate her." Donald stated as if sensing his thoughts. Tyson was just recovering from his laughing fit when that statement sent him into another.

--

Mariko had walked down the street for about half a block before she turned back toward the condo. She couldn't believe what she had done. She didn't really know why she was so attracted to Donald. He had been on her mind all afternoon. All she knew was that she got dressed up in a sexy outfit to try and impress a guy she met for two minutes in an elevator and then she waited in the lobby until she saw him coming toward the building, at which point she pretended to be going out. Even in the lobby, she had second thoughts about what she was about to do. She looked at him and the attraction she felt earlier just wasn't there. She almost just hid and went home. But saying "hi" wouldn't hurt and, when she got close to him again, it came right back: an almost animal need for him. Mariko hoped the dress she wore was enough to get his interest. It was all she could do not to throw herself at him. She kept touching him as much as she could. Now, she'd be having drinks with him sometime next week.

What the hell was she doing? She was married. She loved her husband. This was not the way that she behaved. She was normally shy, demure and conservative. This dress was the sexiest thing she owned and her husband had bought it for her. She usually felt awkward wearing it. Now that Donald wasn't with her, she felt awkward again. Where was this going to lead? She wouldn't cheat on her husband, would she? Her heart raced. Her conscience gnawed at her. She didn't know what she was going to do. She was only certain of one thing right now - she was really fucking horny.

She returned to the building, checking to make sure that Donald was not in sight, and rode the elevator to the 39th floor. She cursed under her breath and took it back down to the 23rd floor. She finished making dinner and then created a romantic candlelit setting for her husband Kazumi to come home to.

Kazumi was a traditional Japanese businessman. Work came first to him and family second. Men ruled the household and women knew their place. Kazumi was short and stocky whose body was almost a cylinder, but he was still taller than Mariko, if only by a couple inches. He had no hair on the top of his head, thick black hair around the sides and back and a goatee on his face. When he was happy, he was actually pleasant to be around. When he was with his friends he was the obvious leader. His leadership and skill at worked reaffirmed that he belonged in a position of power. This was what attracted Mariko to him, that and the fact that he treated her like gold until the day they were married, at which point he considered her his property. In a strange way, though, Mariko enjoyed being made to feel like his. It was just that some affection and tenderness a little more often would go a long way.

When Kazumi returned, instead of being pleasantly surprised, he asked why the hell the place was so dark. Mariko explained that she wanted to surprise him with a special meal, as he had been working so hard lately and it was Friday night. He grunted his "OK" and they sat down to eat. Mariko did her best to look and eat in a sexy way. This was difficult because: A., this was not a manner in which she was used to behaving in; and B., Kazumi seemed only focused on the meal he was eating.

At the end of the meal, however, Kazumi began to catch on. It was probably the actual clearing of the dishes - during which she wiggled her ass whenever she bent to pick something up and strutted as best she could in the sexy dress - when he finally got the message. Whatever it was, he came up behind her as she rinsed the dishes and placed his hands on her hips. She smiled at his touch and felt him slowly trace out her figure. He soon cupped her breasts and pulled her into tight to him. She felt his hardening cock behind her as he kissed her neck. She let the dish she held slide into the water and reached back to grab his ass.

"It would be so sexy if he took me right here," she thought as she ground her hips into him.

Kazumi shoved her toward the door of the kitchen. "Go to the bedroom and take off your clothes. I will be right there." he ordered. She rushed into the bedroom, stripped and jumped onto the bed. She tried to strike a sexy pose for him but, when he came in, in just his underwear, he looked confused.

"What are you doing? Get under the covers!" he yelled. With that he turned off the lights and climbed in with her. He climbed on top of her immediately and sucked on her tits. She held his head to her as a mixture of pain and pleasure hit her. He tended to bite and almost claw at her breasts. She moaned and squirmed when it got very painful. She wanted to remind him that they were attached to her, but that might anger him and he'd stop. She needed this so badly right now. She didn't know that he took the sound of her moans as an indication that she was enjoying his skillful lovemaking. When he had his fill of her tits, he moved up until his cock was at her the entrance of her needy pussy.

"So, little Mariko is hungry for her husband's wonderful cock, is she?" he teased in Japanese. He saw the shadowy image of her head nod in the dark room.

"Yes, husband." she replied. They always fucked in Japanese.

Kazumi shoved his cock into her and she cooed as he started to pump it in and out of her. He picked up speed quickly and she felt her body respond. She lay there, letting him take his pleasure from her. Several times his cock hit just the right spot and she let out a little squeal. Part of her wanted to adjust her body so that he could hit her G-spot over and over, but it was the man's job to give pleasure and the woman's to receive it and be thankful. Her mother had told her that. She lay as still as possible so as not to interrupt his rhythm. She let him adjust her on the bed when he wished and she felt his tempo increase. She had been fucking Kazumi since their wedding night five years ago and she knew from experience that he would soon come, but she wasn't ready yet. She suddenly remembered a movie she'd seen where the woman sat on the man's stomach and rode his cock. She imagined she could get him to please her just right that way.

"Husband, let me get on top." she whispered to him.

"One moment." He said and suddenly fucked her with quick savage thrusts.

"No," she thought. "Not yet. I'm close."

"Husband! Husband!" she exclaimed, but he took her cries to be moans of ecstasy and only pumped harder. Moments later his cum filled pussy and he collapsed on her body.

After a few minutes he lifted his head. "You were loud tonight." He said with a smug tone in his voice.

"Yes, husband." She stated.

"I give you everything a woman needs, don't I?" he prompted.

"Yes, husband." She lied.

"If you are lucky, I will give you more before we go to sleep tonight."

"Thank you, husband."

With that he got out of bed, turned on the lights and threw on some clothes. He stood in the doorway a moment and looked at her curled up under the covers. "Take some time to recover from that, but not too much. You have to finish cleaning up and I want my shoulders rubbed." He shut the door as he left and she soon heard the TV come on.

She lay in bed more frustrated than ever. "I wonder if Donald lets his women sit on his stomach when they make love?" she thought. "He probably does. He seems the caring type. He wouldn't bite my breasts. He would be more tender in bed."

Images of Donald kissing her filled her mind. Her hand moved down to her clit and she began to play with herself. She never played with herself, but there she was standing in front of Donald. He pulled her in close and kissed her. tongue played with hers. His hands caressed her. His scent filled her lungs and made her head go light. His kisses moved slowly down to her neck and he nibbled on her shoulder. His hands cupped her small breasts and gently squeezed them causing her to sigh with pleasure. He then kissed her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and his tongue played with it. He rolled her other nipple in his fingers and she inhaled quickly twice. He licked and sucked one breast and then the other. She grasped his hair so hard she was surprised he didn't complain. Then, Donald moved lower, kissing her stomach, and lower still, until he reached her bush. His tongue mimicked what her fingers were actually doing, sliding up and down, teasing her clit. Kazumi never licked her. She had never asked. It was dirty, almost as dirty as sucking his cock, which he luckily did not ask for very much. She didn't know why she was thinking about it now. Donald made her crave many new things.

Donald pulled her over to the bed and lay down. She climbed on to off him and grabbed hold of his cock. She stroked it a few times and looked at its colour, so different from her husband's. She guided it into her pussy. She sat looking down at him and placed her hands on his chest. He smiled at her. Her hips moved back and forth and she adjusted her position to find that magical spot. When he was hitting it, she moved faster. Donald reached up and played with her breasts. He told her how beautiful she looked and his hips responded to her motion. She picked up the pace arcing her motions. Donald licked his lips and then grabbed hold of the bed to either side of them. Faster she went, feeling his cock plunge in and out. In reality, her fingers fucked her pussy with a lust-filled fury.

"Oh Donald!" she moaned, "Oh Donald, please!" She was practically bouncing on him now. Donald grunted below her. His face twisted with pleasure and the need to cum.

Mariko couldn't believe her own need. This was so unlike her, yet it felt so good. Finally, there was not stopping her. The orgasm hit hard and it was the first real one she had had in her life. "Aaaaiiiyyyeeeee!" she squealed. Her fingers plunged into her pussy and gripped it. Every muscle in her tensed up and then the euphoria washed over her. She lay there breathless with a huge grin on her face.

Kazumi flung open the door. "What happened?!"

Mariko wiped her smile off and quickly moved her hand from her pussy, though he couldn't see it under the covers. "I dozed off and had a bad dream."

Kazumi relaxed and his concern left him only to be replaced with annoyance. "That was your mind punishing you for sleeping when you should be helping your husband. Now get up."

"Yes, husband." she replied. Mariko got up, got dressed and finished her chores. She massaged her husband's shoulders and watched TV with him. Later, they fucked again. This time, he was quicker than before. She didn't care. She had made a decision that night that brought a comforting happiness to her. Next week, she was going over to Donald's apartment and she was going to seduce him.

Carol's thoughts seemed to swirl around in her mind as she drove home. "What had just happened?" Sure, she had feelings for Donald. He was the sweetest, kindest man she knew. Sure he wasn't great looking, but he wasn't ugly either and if intelligence was sexy, well, then he was one of the sexiest. They had worked together for almost a year before his quiet manner, funny jokes and the cute way he knocked over things had won her over, but he never asked her out. He seemed interested at times but if he was, then what was he waiting for? She wanted to confront him about it, but if he wasn't interested then that would just make things awkward at work.

Carol had told her friends about Donald and they thought she was crazy. She had gorgeous men hitting on her every time they went out. What did she want with a science geek? She had to remind them that she was a science geek. She had dated gorgeous men all her life and, with only a few exceptions, the view deteriorated fairly quickly each time. You can only be attracted to an Adonis for so long before comments like "Oh, I thought a breathalyzer was a Cyborg " or "Wow, you use really big words a lot" really made him unappealing. Then there was the "Aren't-You-Amazed-That-You-Managed-To-Land-Someone- As-Sexy-As-Me" type; the "Steroids-Have-Made-His-Muscles-Inversely-Proportional-To-His- Penis" type; and the "Wear-That-Sexy-Blue-Dress-So-I-Can-Show-You-Off-To-My-Friends" type. Let us not forget the "One-Day-When-I-Make-It-Big-With-My-Music-I'll-Pay-You-Back- For-Everything" type. Then, she met Richard. Now, Richard was gorgeous. There was no arguing that. He stood 6'4" with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a face that resembled Heath Ledger. His body was solid muscle without being bulky. He wasn't stupid, but he was by no means a genius either. He HAD a good job, too. Still, Carol wouldn't have given him a second thought if it wasn't for the way he "introduced" himself.

Carol and her friends were at a club celebrating Sunita's birthday. Sunita was, of course, plastered and had decided to dance on one of the speakers by the side of the dance floor. She was in danger of falling off it, so Carol got up and danced with her. Sunita was East Indian with long, almost glowing, black hair that went down to her butt. She wore jean shorts and a tube top that accented the bouncing of her B Cup breasts. Her bellybutton ring glistened under the club's lights as did her nose stud. Whenever a cute guy caught her eye, she'd stick out her tongue at him too show the barbell piercing there. Needless to say there, was a crowd of guys around the speaker and not just for Sunita. Carol had he hair let out. She wore a short black dress that hugged her body, was cut low in the front to show off her 35 C's, and had almost no back to speak of. It also made her ass the most desirable object in the place, showing off its roundness, while revealing long toned tanned legs attached to it. Carol was almost a head taller than Sunita so when they danced, Sunita's face came in contact with Carol's breasts at times and this was emphasized by the contrast in skin colours. It was almost as good a show as at a stripper club. Guys tried to get up with them but the girls pushed them back down. Guys tried to touch them from below but got kicked. Then, someone put a drink on the speaker.

Carol looked down and saw Richard standing there, looking at the dance floor with his drink beside him.

"Excuse me," she hollered down. "We're dancing here."

Richard looked up at her. "So I see. Just be careful that you don't knock over my drink or I'll have to get violent on your ass."

Carol was floored. "You'll what?"

"Hey, drinks cost money," Richard replied, although his attention seemed to be more on the girls on the dance floor than on Carol. "Don't waste mine."

"Hey, we were here first." Carol argued.

"So were the natives. It didn't work out for them, either."

With that, Carol jumped down to face him. "Listen, my friend and I were enjoying ourselves up there and there are plenty of other places you can put your drink."

"There are plenty of other places you can dance, too," Richard smirked. "There was even room enough for you up there to dance while avoiding the 4 square inches of space that my drink is taking up."

Carol didn't know what was more frustrating: the guy's arrogant attitude or the fact that his arguments were sound.

"Why don't you just get on back up there and continue your show for the guys."

"My show?" Carol repeated. "I'm not putting on a show. I'm dancing with my friend."

"You're wearing a dress that accents every curve of your body and blatantly emphasizes your tits. You're dancing on a platform that allows men brief glimpses up your skirt. You're grinding with your friend and putting on a slightly lesbian demeanor. If it was just dancing, you'd be wearing something conservative, at ground level, with a little bit of distance between you and her. No, it's a show. Just admit it. You love knowing that guys are drooling over you."

"That is such a load of bull. You don't know me! The only reason I was up there was to keep my friend from falling off. She's too drunk!"

"Then why aren't you up there now?"

Carol's face flushed and she looked up to see Sunita between two guys, grinding away. Her other friends were nearby, some watching Sunita's performance, others watching Carol's argument.

Carol had been drinking, too. Ordinarily, she might have walked away at this point if she had been sober, but now, she was losing an argument which was something she really hated. She'd just been shown to have abandoned her friend to have that argument and her friends were watching to see the outcome. So, she attacked.

"Listen you pompous, self-righteous, piece of . . ."

"Pompous?" he interrupted. "Are you sure you know the meaning of the word or are you just throwing out random adjectives meant to insult me?"

Carol stopped unable to respond for a moment at that, so Richard continued.

"At no point have I made any claims about myself to indicate I am vain or self-important. We've just been talking about you, so I think you better come up with a more accurate word . . .And it would be better if you chose one that doesn't describe yourself. As for self-righteous, well, that may be accurate. I am assuming that I am right about everything I've said, but, you tell me, am I still self-righteous if I actually am right? Tell me what I'm wrong about."

Carol stared incredulously at him.

Richard smiled. "You think about it and I need another drink." With that, he walked away.

Carol stood exactly where she was. Her mind tried to figure out what had just happened. She tried to replay the scenario over where she won but the best argument she could come up with in her head was. "Fuck you."

She glanced over at her friends who were laughing. She looked over at Richard (whose name she didn't even know yet) and saw him chatting with a blonde at the bar. He didn't even glance over at her. It was like what had just happened was nothing and didn't require a second thought. "Oh no, it does not end there." she thought and marched over to him.

"Listen, you do not leave in the middle of an argument like that!" she yelled.

"It wasn't an argument," Richard stated. "An argument requires that we both had views we thought were correct. You had nothing to offer, unless you've suddenly come up with something and that's why you followed me?"

"Is this your girlfriend?" asked the blonde.

"He should be so lucky." Carol blurted out.

"Yes, having an overemotional woman who follows me around and yells at me simply because she lost an argument would make me lucky indeed."

"So you admit it was an argument!" Carol pointed out.

Richard sighed. "Fine. It was an argument, and you won. Feel better now?"

"Don't patronize me!" Carol yelled.

"Hey, you were pissed off that you lost the argument! So here, I concede it you, and you're even more upset," Richard shook his head. "And I'd be lucky to have you?"

"I'm a great person!" Carol insisted, feeling stupid as soon as the words came out of her mouth, but there was no turning back now. "I'm kind and funny and caring . . ."

". . .And loud and obnoxious." the blonde added.

"Shut up, bitch." Carol snapped.

"Yep, caring." Richard laughed.

Carol turned deep red. "I'm not normally like this. You've just managed to piss me off with your . . . your. . . "

"My concise, valid points?" Richard offered. "Excuse me." Richard placed his glass on the bar and walked off again, leaving Carol standing stunned yet again. She had never been so frustrated by a man before. She gathered herself and pursued again.

"Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot." she said catching up to him.

"Let me guess," Richard started. "Normally, you're very sweet and conservative, but tonight, since it's your friend's birthday you decided to get dressed up all slutty for a wild night out."

"This dress isn't slutty! It's sexy." Carol argued.

"Sexy doesn't require your breasts to almost fall out of your top." Richard said.

Carol looked down at her breasts, went red again, but then caught herself. She shouldn't be embarrassed to wear this dress. She loved this dress.

"But, hey," Richard continued, "Maybe this is you being adventurous. You seem the type that's more about show than action."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I think that wearing slutty . . .I mean sexy clothes is about as adventurous as you get. You've probably never had sex outside the bedroom. You probably only use 2 or 3 positions, and you've probably never fucked anyone who you hadn't dated at least a half dozen times."

"I've fucked in the living room! Once in the bathroom!" Carol yelled, making heads turn around them.

Richard feigned shock. "Oh! I stand corrected." He began to open a door and walk through but stopped Carol from following him. "Uh, you can't come in." He said pointing the word "Men" on the door. "Well, you shouldn't, but no one's stopping you. Of course, you're so adventurous you'll probably follow right behind me."

Richard disappeared into the washroom. Carol stood there, seething. "He doesn't know me!" She thought. "He can't tell me what I'm like. When he gets out I'm going To . . .To . . . Aw, fuck it!"

Carol burst into the bathroom. Richard was standing a short line, waiting to use the urinals. He and all the other guys, turned when she entered. "Don't tell me what I will and won't do! You think coming in here scares me? You still think I'm not adventurous?"

She stood right in front of him, breathing heavily.

"I think you came in here just to win one argument," Richard stated. "I don't think you'd normally ever do this and I know you're not adventurous enough to have done or ever do anything like this in your life."

Carol grabbed Richard by the front of his shirt. "You want to see how adventurous I am?" she asked, but she didn't wait for an answer. She dragged him into one of the stalls, shut and locked the door and pushed him up against the wall. Her tongue entered his mouth and he responded in kind.

Their hands were all over each other. Richard hiked her dress up so he could squeeze her bare ass. Carol reached down and massaged his cock through his pants. She wanted to show this man that she was an adventurous woman. She also wanted to show herself, too. This man, who did not know a thing about her, had insinuated that she was dull and her life was drab and she was going to make him believe he was mistaken, even though she knew he was not.

Richard knew what he was doing. His hands felt great on her ass and he was a great kisser. He spun her around and pushed her up against the stall as he pushed her top down and began sucking on her tits. Carol closed her eyes and moaned as her nipples hardened and her pussy got wet. She unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock and jacked him off in her hand. She soon felt his hand push her thong to the side and start rubbing against her clit. She was so wet. Being in the men's washroom - being naughty - was an amazing turn-on. She felt the heavy bass of the music outside and was vaguely aware of the music getting louder and softer each time the door opened.

Richard's fingers slipped into her pussy and she gasped. She knew he felt how wet she was. She thought it would be proof that she loved to do things like this. His fingers pumped in and out while his mouth surrounded one of her breasts and his hand squeezed the other. She pumped his cock hard and fast wanting to give him the intense pleasure he was giving her.

Suddenly he pulled her from the wall and pushed her down on the toilet. She opened her eyes to see his cock standing erect in front of her face. It was big, at least eight inches she guessed, but also quite thick. She held it in both hands for a little while and then took it in her mouth. Her head worked the tip and upper section while her hands pumped his shaft. Richard braced himself by pushing against the sides of the stall.

"Holy fuck!" he gasped as she sucked him. She smiled when she heard him. She'd show him just how great she was. She looked up at him to see the effect she was having and noticed several heads peering down from the stalls to either side.

"Shit!" she screamed as she let go of his cock and pulled her dress back over her tits.

Richard looked up to see what she was reacting to and chuckled. "Not totally adventurous." He observed.

"Get them out of here!" she cried.

"I can't . . ." he told her, ". . .but we can leave."

Richard opened the stall and yanked her out. They quickly left the washroom. Carol just managed to pull her dress back down over her ass as they entered the club. The beat of the music seemed to slam into her and the lights gave her a bit of a headache. Richard pulled her over to the VIP entrance and slipped the bouncer some cash. The bouncer smiled and let them through.

"Fuckin' hot one tonight." she heard him say as they went to the back rooms.

Richard brought her into a private room which was a ten foot cube with a cushioned bench on three sides and a table in the middle. A curtain in the doorway was all that separated them from the rest of the club. Richard undid the rope that held the curtain to one side and they had complete privacy.

"Fuckin' hot one tonight" echoed in Carol's mind. The shock of seeing all those men watching and brisk jog to this section had cleared some of the alcohol out of her mind.

Richard pulled her close to kiss her and she responded but reluctantly.

"Fuckin' hot one tonight."

The scientist in her took hold of that statement and ran the night backwards. His words, her statements; His actions, her reactions.

"Jesus Christ!" she yelled as she pushed him away. "It was all a scam!"

"Huh?" Richard said, wondering why her mood suddenly changed.

"From the moment you put that drink down, you had planned to fuck me." she accused.

"A couple minutes before, actually." he smiled as he tried to take her into his arms again. She pushed him away.

"Fuck this, I'm outta here!" she yelled, as she tried to push by him.

"Why? Because I thought you were so hot that I wanted to be with you? Because I tricked you into revealing a side of your self you didn't think was there?"

Carol stopped again but then realized he was just trying to do it to her again. "Tricked me is the important thing." she insisted. "You're not going to do it again."

"Did I trick your pussy into being that wet?" he asked. "Or did you really enjoy what we were doing?"

"That's not the point."

"That's exactly the point!" Richard yelled. "There's much more to you than this stuck up, prudish persona you're putting up. You just need to accept it."

"Fuck you. I'm leaving."

Richard grabbed her and spun her around. He yanked the curtain rope from the doorway and bound her wrists then pushed her down over the table.

"Stop it! This is rape!" she screamed.

"Only if you say 'No.'" he corrected.

"No!" she yelled but he ignored her, hiked up her dress and yanked her thong off. "NO!" she screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the club's music.

Carol braced herself for what she though was coming but was surprised to feel Richard's tongue on her instead. She realized his position and tried to get up but slammed her down and kicked her legs out so that she was suspended by the table. His tongue went back to work on her and she squirmed to get away from it. It was no good. She then felt his fingers probe her pussy, but not in a forceful way. She almost wished he had just forced himself on her. Then, she could hate him, but this was beginning to feel good, very good.

"No." she cried, but the fire had gone out of her voice. Richard's tongue moved up and down her labia and then circled her clit. He brushed against it and she moaned despite herself. His fingers moved slowly long the sides of her pussy and tingles shot through her body. One hand remained firmly on her back, to remind her he was in control. "No." she said, though this time it was barely a whisper.

Richard picked up speed with both his hands and his tongue. Carol began to move her hips to match him. She tried to muffle her moans so as not to give him the satisfaction. His actions became more intense and she felt an orgasm building in her. She tried to suppress it. She knew he wanted her to cum for him, but what he was doing just felt too damned good. She got closer and her body started to shake. Just a bit more and he'd have her. At this point, she didn't care. Then, he stopped.

"NO!" she screamed.

"No what?" she heard him ask smugly.

She was not about to answer. She tried to grind her pussy into the table to get herself off, but he lifted her hips. She hung there on the verge of orgasm and there was nothing she could do to have it.

"You bastard!" she yelled. "Don't do this to me!"

"I'm not doing anything to you anymore." he said calmly. "I stopped."

She lay there with her face on the table and her hips in the air held by his arm and she whimpered. The need to orgasm slowly faded and he lowered her back on the table.

"Are you happy now?" she asked. "Is that what you wanted?"

"No." he said and then his tongue was on her again.

"Oh God!" she gasped. He felt amazing. She didn't even try to deny she enjoyed it. She just ground herself into his face determined to get off this time. He stopped again just as she got close. "Noooooo!" she cried. "I'll kill you, you fucker!"

"What is it you want?" he asked.

She didn't reply. She lay there trying to will herself to orgasm and when that didn't work, she willed it to go away. She shouldn't have bothered. As soon as she calmed down, he was on her again. She moaned loudly now, but she tried to hide how close she was getting. She'd cum before he realized how close she actually was. She'd just relax herself when she felt it coming. There was a grin on her face as it built, but he stopped again. Just in time.

"Please!" she screamed.

"Please what?" he asked innocently.

"Just make me cum!" she cried.

"And you won't retaliate against me?" he asked.

"No!"

"You won't cry rape or anything?" he asked.

"NO! I won't do anything. I'll forget this whole night. Just let me cum!" she pleaded.

His hands and tongue began their magic again. She bucked against him hard. "Yes! God yes!" she moaned, certain that she was finally going to get that orgasm. She knew at this point it was going to be big. It built up again and her body tensed. A tear escaped when she knew it was imminent. He stopped again.

"No! Fuck No! You said you'd . . ."

His cock slammed into her pussy up to the hilt. She came hard, harder than she had in her life, but it didn't stop there. He began to fuck her fiercely with an animal lust. She had a second orgasm, and then a third.

"GODDDDDD!" she yelled, but he didn't stop. His cock felt huge inside her and she loved it. She realized she also loved that her hands were bound. Then, he grabbed her hair and slapped her ass. She came again. Carol realized that this was the first time in her life that she was actually "fucking" someone. Everything up till now could be considered love making. This was raw. This was intense. This was as addictive as a drug, and she knew she was hooked. She had never felt so wanted . . .so needed. She had never felt like a sex toy, a body made for pleasure.

"Do you want me to stop now?" he asked her.

"NO!" she cried. "Please don't stop! Just keep fucking me!"

"Tell me what you want me to do." he ordered her.

"I just did." she moaned. "I want you to fuck me."

"Be more specific." he said and stopped pumping with his cock barely in her. She quickly tried to pull him back against her, but he held her at bay by her hips.

She never talked dirty in bed other than screaming "Oh god" if it felt great. Even asking him to fuck her was a new thing for her. She tried again, in vain, to push back and get his cock in her.

"Shove your cock into my pussy," she pleaded. "Fuck me hard! Pull my hair again."

Richard responded and gave her what she wanted. "Do you like the feel of my cock inside you?" he asked.

"Yes!" she screamed. "I love your cock! I can feel it so deep. I . . .I . . .Oh, God . . .I'm cumming again!"

She screamed as the orgasm hit her. She realized the dirty talk had a lot to do with it. What was this man turning her into? She came again and again as he fucked her, and when she was spent, he turned her around and put her on her knees and said "Thank me for that."

She sucked his cock with her hands bound until he came into her mouth and she swallowed it all happily, smiling up at him in hopes of approval when she finished. Richard lifted her up afterwards, kissed her, got her name and number and told her his. He sent her back to her friends, but stayed in the VIP section. She returned on wobbly legs with a huge grin and the events of the night were talked about by the girls for months after.

Carol wasn't stupid. She knew Richard had other women, but her eagerness and obedience to him soon made him announce that it would only be them from then on. She knew he wasn't lying because he had no reason to. She was happily coming to him like a lovesick schoolgirl, despite knowing about the others. She also knew that she wasn't in love with him. She was addicted to him. He wasn't a nice guy. He didn't treat her very well. He was completely unreliable, but when he fucked her, none of that mattered. They had done it in all sorts of public places. They had tried dozens of positions. They had used all sorts of toys. If it weren't for the fact that she'd only "fuck" Richard, she'd consider herself a slut, but it seems she was just a horny bitch. Richard gave her what she needed.

Today, something had changed though. Donald, who had appealed to every other aspect of her as a woman and a person, had managed to make her wet. She didn't know how he did it, what he said to affect her, but when she was next to him to say "good-bye", something about him made her want him. She couldn't believe she made that date with him. She wondered if this could mean the end of her relationship with Richard or if this was just crazy feelings brought up by concern because Donald got hurt. She wondered how Richard would react if she broke up with him. Not well, she imagined.

--

"What did you want?" Donald asked Kara.

"Sleeman's Cream Ale." Kara replied.

Donald turned to the bartender. "A Diet Coke, a Guinness draught, and a bottle of semen."

The bartender raised an eyebrow. Donald turned red and broke into a cold sweat. A moment later, every girl within ten feet of him sighed and felt herself get wet.

"Make that last one a Sleeman's." Donald corrected himself.

"Smooth, Donny," Tyson chuckled. "Smooth."

Kara hung onto Donald's arm as much to be close to him as to mark her territory. Several other girls had tried to come on to him, including the stunning girl in green whose name turned out to be Natalie. For a little while, it looked like she and Kara might fight, but Donald told them to be civil and polite and they did their best to obey him. Tyson noticed that right away. The side effect of this pheromone was that the girls seemed willing to do whatever Donald wanted to make him like them. It also gave him an idea to have some fun tonight, since he didn't stand a chance of any girl noticing him if he stayed near Donald.

"Follow me with this one." Tyson whispered to Donald.

"OK," Donald replied.

"Tell Kara and Natalie that you were wondering how good kissers they are."

Donald interrupted the girls who were trying to explain to him who had the nicer breasts. "Girls, I was just thinking . . .I'm really curious as to which of you two is the better kisser."

Their faces lit up and both moved in to show him. Tyson pulled him out of the way.

"Hey!" Donald complained. "I liked where that was going!"

"Stop them." Tyson ordered.

"Just a second, girls." Donald said and they held their ground.

"Now, tell them that in order to really judge you'll have to see the kissing, the body motion, everything, so they should kiss each other until you make a decision."

Donald turned, smiled and held out his hand to Tyson as if to shake it. Tyson slapped it. They then swung back and slapped the backs of their hands and then knocked their fists together.

Donald turned back to the girls. "Now, to really judge this, I'm going to have to see everything: body motion, the playing of tongues, the whole sensuality you put into it. So, I want you two to kiss each other until I say stop."

"Kiss each other?" the both asked.

"Now or I'm out." Tyson whispered.

"Now or I am leaving." Donald said.

The girls embraced each other and began a make-out session that hardened the cock of every man within view of it, as well as making a few odd pussies wet. The stunning mulatto girl with the body to die for making out with the sexy Filipino with the huge tits was a porno come to life. It went on for two minutes before Tyson began to elbow Donald.

"Huh?" Donald said, waking from a daze. "Oh, OK, you can stop."

The girls let go, though a little reluctantly.

"Now you're making this a very hard decision."

The girls hung on to each other but both ran their fingers along their bodies. "We can make it harder." Natalie said.

"Watch us, Donny!" another girl suddenly called out and everyone turned to another pair of girls start kissing.

"No, watch us!" yet another girl exclaimed. Soon four pairs of girl were making out and making a big show about it. No one but Donald and Tyson knew what was going on, but no one complained.

"Are you sure you want to save yourself for Carol?" Tyson asked. "You said she has a boyfriend."

"If she responds like these women, it won't matter." said Donald. "Besides, I want my first time to be with someone I know is sweet and caring and loving in bed. That's Carol. Although, I'm hoping some wild stuff will come later."

"Water, water everywhere." Tyson sighed.

"Don't worry, Buddy," Donald smiled. "I'm dedicated, not stupid."

"What are you saying?" Tyson asked.

"Who do you like better, Natalie or Kara?"

"Natalie's hotter, but I'd rather fuck Kara."

"Got it. Let's see just how obedient they are." Donald gestured to them. "Come here, girls."

The quickly came over to him.

"The four of us are going to go to the girls' washroom. Natalie, are you going to do whatever I tell you, no matter what?"

Natalie eagerly nodded her head. "Yes, Donny, anything you want."

"Me, too, Donny!" Kara chimed in.

"Good. Let's go." Donald said, and the four of them walked out of what looked like a lesbian make out area.

"I can't believe we're doing this." Donald said as they entered the washroom.

"I'm still not sure what we're doing," Tyson said. "But, I have a theory. I hope it's right."

"Natalie, get in that stall with Tyson. Ty, sit on the seat. Don't forget to lock the door. Kara, you're with me."

Donald got into the stall next to Tyson's with Kara and sat down. "Now girls, I want you to give us lap dances."

Kara immediately started gyrating to the music in front of Donald. However, seconds later Tyson yelled, "Donny!"

Donald suddenly remembered just how bad a dancer Natalie was. "Sooooooorry!" He called out. "OK girls, take of your tops."

Both girls quickly removed their tops and bras. Donald was hoping for something more sensual, but he hadn't specified and these girls were getting hornier each second.

"Now kiss us."

Kara moved in to make-out with Donald and he had his first kiss ever. He hoped he was kissing her right, but anything he did seemed to be fine with her. After a few minutes of this, his cock was straining against his pants. He figured Tyson was in a similar situation, so he broke his lip lock on Kara. "Now, get on your knees as give us blow jobs."

Both girls dropped to their knees and undid the pants of the man in front of them. But When Kara's huge tits mashed against Donald's legs and his cock disappeared into her mouth, he came at once. It caught Kara by surprised and she choked a bit and coughed.

"Everything OK over there?" Tyson asked, his voice cracked as he talked. Natalie was obviously doing a good job.

"Fine." Donald lied. He waited for the laughter and ridicule from Kara, but she just recovered from the episode and started sucking his cock again. It wasn't long before he started to get hard again and then the real pleasure began.

"Donny, our lives are going to be so different from now on." Tyson called over.

"Yeeeeaaaahhhh . . ." Donny agreed. "Just keep this weekend's escapades a seeeeeeeeeccccret. Can you imagine if Carol found out I did something like this? She'd be disgusted with me."

"Maaaaaahhhhuuummmmm's the word."

It wasn't long before Donald came again. This time, Kara slurped it up without a problem. Tyson came shortly after. They had the girls put their tops back on and opened the stalls to leave. The washroom was packed with girls, all with hungry looks on their faces.

"We'll have to remember to pick more private venues from now on." Tyson realized.

"Agreed." said Donald.

"Is it my imagination," Tyson asked "or are some of these girls focused on me?"

Tyson wasn't imagining it. "They probably couldn't tell who the pheromones were coming from and their minds made the association." Donald surmised.

"Every honey that wants to fuck me, raise your hand." Tyson announced. A third of the hands went up.

"I am going to have so much fun tonight." Tyson greedily stated.

"Don't get greedy," Donald warned. "We can come back anytime."

"Right . . .Right," Tyson agreed. "So, where are we off to now?"

"I have to go to the lab before I'm tempted to do something I'll regret later. Why don't you pick a couple girls? We'll go grab some food and then you can take them home."

"Good plan." Said Tyson.

He turned to Natalie. "I want to fuck you so badly, but I know it would suck. Oh hey, Donny, tell her this." he said and whispered into Donald's ear.

Donald turned to Natalie. "Natalie, listen to me. I want you to spend your free time this week watching strippers and porno movies. Learn to dance from watching the strippers. Learn to fuck from watching the porno's. Got that?"

"Yes, Donny. When will I see you?" she asked.

"Next week, we'll be back here. If we like the way you dance, then we'll take you home and see how well you fuck. OK?"

"Yes, Donny! I'll be a great dancer. You'll want to fuck me soooooooo bad!"

"Good. Go join your friends."

"But . . ."

"Go. I'll see you next week."

Tyson turned to Donald as she left. "Is that going to last until next week?"

"How should I know? It's worth a try though." He looked around the washroom at the horny, wet women. "Who do you want?"

"I'll take Kara, if you don't mind?" Tyson suggested.

"Not at all."

Tyson then pointed to a sexy black girl and hot red head. "You two, come with us." he ordered.

"You sure three is enough?" Donald asked sarcastically.

"They're not just for me. They're for each other." Tyson explained.

"Ahhhhh." Donald acknowledged. "Always putting others before yourself."

"It's the type of guy I am!" Tyson bragged. "The rest of you pick a partner and lick each other until you get it out of your system."

Some girls paired off. Others stood staring at Donald.

"You heard him," Donald announced. "This is now a pussy licking room. Enjoy yourselves until you can't orgasm any more."

When they left, every girl in the room either had her face in a pussy, a face on her pussy, or both. The boys and their new girl toys rushed out of the bar and argued in Tyson's car over which would be the best restaurant to go to so that Donald don't end up making every girl in the place horny. They decided on a nearby Japanese restaurant that had private booths for customers.

The girls spent as much time eating at the table as they did kneeling under it and sucking the boys' cocks. By the end of the meal, even the waitress was under the table. Donald's cock ached from all of it and this was even a record amount of blow jobs for Tyson. He began questioning the sense of taking the girls home, but he was a determined man. He had a three flavoured meal and he was going to enjoy it.

--

Carol arrived at Richard's with take-out Chinese food and videos. She had thrown some old clothes on - a T-shirt and sweat pants- and done up her ponytail in hopes that Richard would just want to hang out. Her mind was still on Donald. Richard had just gotten out of the shower and, as he walked out in a towel, he noticed immediately that something was up. Carol was trying too hard to be casual. He disappeared into the bedroom to get a few things. When he was ready he called for her. "Carol, come in the bedroom."

"I'm just dishing out the food, Richard."

"Now, Bitch!" Richard ordered. Normally it turned her on when he got dominant, but tonight, she wasn't in the mood for it.

"I'm coming." she said and walked cautiously to the bedroom. She hoped that he was just impatient and not horny tonight. When she walked in the door, he grabbed her from behind.

"I get the feeling that you're not in the mood tonight, Carol." he said as he slapped handcuffs on her wrists.

"Richard, please, no. I just want to relax tonight. I've had a long day." She half-lied.

"Shut up!" he said grabbing her hair and pulling her face to his. "Let's go over the basic rules again shall we? Who says when we fuck?"

"Richard, please . . ." she pleaded.

He responded by pulling her pants down off her ass and spanking her hard a few times. She squealed from the pain.

He grabbed her hair again and turned her to him. "Who says when we fuck?"

"You do." she said, bowing her head.

"Who says where we fuck?" he asked

"You do." she whispered.

"Who says how we fuck?" he asked.

"You do." she resigned.

Richard turned her around again and she felt something penetrate her ass. A moment later something else penetrated her pussy. He then threw her on the bed, pulled her pants off completely and locked her ankles together with leather cuffs. Finally, he pulled her off the bed and dropped her on the floor before walking out to the living room and dropping into his lounger. He sat there naked, holding two small devices. He hit a switch on each one and her ass and pussy came to life as the butt plug and dildo vibrators turned on.

"You know what to do." he said almost angrily.

She had gone through this many times. The dildo was secured in place via a thong-like locking strap. The vibrations from it and the butt plug sent waves of pleasure through her. Richard sat twenty-five feet away. Because of her restraints, she could only crawl on her side or like an earthworm to get to him and any movement caused the two vibrators to rub against each other, driving her crazy. If she came before she reached him, he would spank her hard. Carol enjoyed a light spanking, but intense pain did not turn her on. She hated the spankings. She did her best to be a good girl so as not to get them. Of the few dozen times she had started here on the floor, she made it to him about a third of the time without cumming.

She hated him right then. She did not want to suck his cock, but the spanking would be far worse. So she started to crawl on her side. Almost immediately, the movement made her eyes roll in her head and she moaned loudly. "Ignore it" she told herself. "Move!" She kept a slow steady pace. She had learned that that was the best way to go. Quick movements to get there fast felt like she was being fucked hard and fast with double penetration. She never made it that way. Still, the longer it took, the more it built up. Finding that happy medium was always the challenge and Richard never made it easy for her. He would tell her the things he planned to do to her and even on nights she didn't want to play this game, it turned her on. Sometimes, he put obstacles in her path. She was halfway to him tonight and sure she had things under control when he added a new twist. The dildo wasn't the one she was used to. He hit another switch and it began to throb inside her.

"DEAR GOD!" she screamed. She almost came right there. It felt amazing. She wanted to just give herself over to it and let it fuck her. She almost did, but she knew the moment she came, it would be over for her tonight. One thing being with Richard had done was give her great control over her orgasms. She continued across the floor, the vibrators fucking her, her pussy on fire, her ass tingling with pleasure. Finally, she was at his feet. She had to get to her knees using her head and face to climb the lounge chair. Finally, his cock was there in front of her, lying semi-hard. She scooped it into her mouth and started to suck it. At least her hair was in a ponytail. It usually got in the way. The vibrations and pulsing stopped, but Richard's cock hardened quickly for her and she picked up the tempo. Richard lay back and moaned as she serviced him. Every now and then, he'd hit a switch and either one of the toys would vibrate or the dildo would pulse. She moaned and squealed each time. Her head moved up and down in his lap. Her pussy screamed with need. Finally, he made familiar grunts and she knew he was going to cum. She braced herself, not only for his cum, but for the pleasure she was about to get when her turned on the vibrators to let her cum too.

His cum sprayed into her mouth but the vibrators never turned on. She swallowed his load and waited. Her eyes looked up at him, pleading while his cock sat in her mouth. He just smiled down. She didn't dare do anything until she had cleaned his cock. When he pulled it from her mouth, she looked up and whimpered "Please."

"I though you weren't in the mood." Richard accused.

He got up and reached around her. He removed both the toys and the restraints and she knelt in front of his chair with her head on the seat, crying. "Please, Richard. I'm sorry."

"Oh, now does my horny little slut need to cum?"

She turned and nodded.

"Tell me." Richard ordered.

"Your horny little slut need to cum." she begged.

Richard had been jacking his cock back to hardness and now shoved it into her cunt. She let out a scream that was muffled in the chair. He wanted to hear her though. "Do not cum until I say so. Got it slut?"

"Yes, Richard." she promised, even though she could exploded right then.

"Who says when?" he asked.

"You do."

"Who says where?"

"You do."

"Who says how?"

"You do, Richard. I can't hold it much longer. Can I cum?"

Richard stopped pumping and she cried out in panic. "No! No! Please don't stop! Fuck me, baby! Please fuck me!"

"Who owns you, slut." his smug voice asked.

"You own me. You own me, Richard."

"Cum." he said as he started pounding his cock into her.

"FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!" Carol screamed. The orgasm was huge and it was followed by a few more. Her body bucked so hard she almost threw Richard off her. When she finally calmed down, Richard pulled his cock out and told her to serve him dinner. He didn't expect her to do it right away. He knew she wouldn't be able to even get up for a few minutes. Her body had gotten its fix. The addiction was satisfied. Everything she had thought about leaving just evaporated. How could she give this up? It was cruel and demeaning and he was an ass and yet her body told her that she had gone to heaven and could float there for a while. He did own her. He made her a slave to her own desires and she didn't think anyone out there could do anything to save her.

Donald opened the door to see Tyson standing there with a black eye and a swollen lip.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked.

"The best night of my life . . ." Tyson told him. ". . .and the worst morning."

Donald wasn't sure what had happened, but he was sure a jealous boyfriend fit into it somehow. "Who beat you up?" he asked, letting Tyson into his place.

"The girls." Tyson responded.

"Hold on. The girls you took home? Why?"

"Because apparently when the pheromones wear off, their attitudes toward you change. They accused me of drugging them, even though I never even met them before they volunteered to come home with me. The two from the washroom have boyfriends who they threatened to call and Kara studies Tae Kwon Do. The good news is that none of them are going to cry rape, not that they'd have much of a case. I didn't even fuck them that much last night. The blow jobs at the restaurant wore me out. I spent more time watching them go down on each other. This morning, they could barely look at each other."

Donald sighed. "I guess based on that, you don't want to try out the pheromone any more?"

Tyson's eyes widened in disbelief. "What are you? Fucking crazy? I said it wears off. I just need to make sure I have enough to keep it going until they're safely away from me. Speaking of which, did you make a new batch?"

Donald grabbed a perfume bottle off his coffee table and held it up. "Ready for testing."

"You didn't try it already?" asked Tyson.

Donald shook his head. "I finished up around 5 am, came straight home and crashed. You actually woke me up."

Tyson then realized that Donald was still wearing his clothes from last night.

Donald, meanwhile, realized that if Tyson had been fucking all night, then he couldn't have gotten much sleep either. "When did you go to bed?" he inquired.

"We finished up around six, but the girls woke me up with pummeling at about seven."

"What time is it now?" Donald wondered aloud.

"Nine," Tyson answered. "I changed, showered and came right over."

"Just to try this out?" Donald asked, shaking the bottle in front of him.

"Noooo!" Tyson mocked being insulted. "I came to check on my best friend and take him out to breakfast and, if by any small chance, the potion was ready, well then we could run a few tests."

"Yeah, right." Donald laughed. "Well, here," he said, spraying his friend. "Go out, find a girl and bring her back. If she's willing to do that without question, then we know that it's working. In the meantime, I'm going to shower and change."

Donald spent a good twenty minutes in the shower. The hot water relaxed away the stress of working half the night. When he exited his ensuite into his bedroom, he could hear soft moans coming from his living room. He decided to go see how hot a chick Tyson had snagged.

A hot Latino lady in her mid-thirties lay on the couch with Tyson's face buried in her pussy. She squeezed her big tits and licked one of them. Donald recognized her immediately. Fourteenth floor. Husband and two kids. She had a bit of a belly and her ass could be firmer, but no sane man would turn her away. She had flawless tanned skin, thick DSLs (which Donald was sure he would see suck some dick soon) and one of those faces that can go from innocence to harlot at the touch of a clit. He'd ridden up the elevator with her a often and jacked off to thoughts of fucking her several times as well. Now, here she was with her bra around her waist, skirt on the floor, her high heels still on and acting like a porn star.

"Yeah, baby. Lick my pussy," she moaned and then seemed to whine like a dog as Tyson worked his tongue over and in her. Her face took on a look of shock, although she was staring at the ceiling and then she clenched her tits hard and let out a long loud "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Tyson lifted his head and she grabbed him and pulled him up to her. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and her hand roamed his body trying to have all of his at once. Tyson stood up and removed his pants and threw them on the coffee table. She dropped to her knees and started sucking his cock like it was the last one she'd ever get. She wanted to show how grateful she was for the orgasm. Donald watched from the doorway with his hand under his towel, jacking himself off.

Tyson held the woman's hair out of the way as she sucked and stroked his cock and moaned as much as he did from it. Donald was sure he was going to fire off into her face when he pulled her head free and lay down on the couch. She got off her knees and moved toward him in a sultry erotic motion, showing off her body. She got on top of him and slid his cock into her wanting pussy. She rode him slowly and her whining soon returned. Tyson reached up and played with her bouncing breasts and her volume increased. Donald wondered if his neighbours could hear. If they could, they probably thought he was torturing a dog.

Donald had never seen his friend fuck anyone, even last night they were in separate stalls or hidden by the table. He made mental notes of Tyson's technique and his hand stroked his cock. Just then, Tyson grabbed hold of the woman's waist and held her in place while he brought his own hips up and fucked her hard. She let out another "EEEEEEEEEEEE" and Donald expected her long black hair to make a sound like a whip when she threw her head back. She went on to continue with her little whines which sped up in frequency.

Donald suddenly wondered why he was only watching. He could use a blow job to start the day. So walked into the living room and dropped his towel. He didn't know if Tyson was willing to share the girl, but it was his formula and his apartment, so he figured he was entitled. The woman's whines switched to high pitched "Huuuhs" and Tyson started to grunt beneath her.

"Can I join?" he asked, letting his presence be known.

The woman stopped and screamed. She jumped off Tyson's cock so fast that his eyes went wide from the pain as she bent it.

"Who the fuck are you?" she screamed.

"This is my place." Donald answered calmly. "Tyson, tell her to come suck my cock."

"Go suck his cock, Maria." Tyson ordered.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Maria yelled as she looked Donald's short flabby body up and down. He knew that look. "I'm not sucking his cock!"

"If you want more of mine, you'll suck his." Tyson warned.

Maria looked back and forth at them incredulously. "What do you think? That I'm some cheap slut you can pass around? Fuck you! You two are sick! I'm outta here!"

She grabbed her skirt and top and stormed out. They guessed that she'd get dressed in the hallway. Her panties lay on the floor. They doubted she'd come back for them.

Tyson shook his head. "It looks like it wasn't a strong enough batch."

Donald stared at him for a few seconds and then burst out laughing.

"What?" Tyson asked.

"You stupid ass," Donald laughed. "It's not that it wasn't strong enough. It didn't work!"

"What?!" Tyson said again, though this time the word had a whole new meaning.

Donald fell into his easy chair and continued to chuckle. "You just charmed her into coming here and fucking you. There were no pheromones involved, and you did it with a black eye and swollen lip."

"Well, I used that for a sympathy ploy." Tyson explained.

Donald laughed some more and then said, "Could you please tell me again just why you think you even NEED this formula?"

"Any man would want that formula." Tyson stated blunted.

"Even models and movies stars?" Donald challenged. "I doubt that."

"Then you not only don't know women, you don't know men," Tyson responded. "No matter who you are, there are always those girls that you can't get. And no matter what you can get, it's the ones that you can't get that you want the most."

"So you're saying that men are stupid, horny masochists who torture themselves over what they can't get rather than being happy with what they have."

"Yep. That's us!" Tyson grinned.

"If I had Carol, I wouldn't want anyone else. I wouldn't need anyone else." claimed Donald.

"Tell me that again, let's say, a month after you've had her."

"I will." Donald confidently replied.

Tyson picked up the perfume bottle. "So what do we do about this?" he asked.

"I guess I go back to the lab and figure out what I missed last night." Donald told him.

"I'll come with you." Tyson offered.

Donald shook his head. "First of all, I'm not going today. I'm exhausted and after you take me to that breakfast you promised, I'm going to take a nap. I've got D&D tonight."

"Saturday night Dungeons and Dragons." Tyson sighed. "You know I respect that you still enjoy playing that game. I enjoyed it until I was fifteen, but WHY on a Saturday?"

"It's the only night all the guys are free."

"Do you realize how sad that is?"

"Hey, it's not like all the guys are geeks without lives. Some have wives and kids."

"Do their wives ever play? Do any girls ever play?"

"Actually, yes, we've had girls play from time to time but . . ."

"But?"

"Well, Kevin or Rajesh or someone just ends up hitting on them too much and they stop coming."

"Horny guys attacking any piece of ass that comes close. Do you know how much they'd pay for your potion? I mean, they may be geeks but they all pull in six figures, right?"

"At least."

"Donny, you're sitting on a fortune. Take the afternoon and create it."

"What's a day or two one way or another?" Donald asked.

"Fine," Tyson gave up. "It can wait till Monday. Go slay werewolves and save imaginary damsels."

"Calm the hell down. It's not like you still can't get laid tonight."

"Yeah, yeah." Tyson grunted.

Just then Donald's phone rang. He wondered who would call him this early on a Saturday. The call display showed Carol's cell number.

"Hello?" he answered. "Oh, of course it's not too early I was actually just getting ready to go out. Tonight? Um, no, I'm not doing anything. Sure, I'd love to! I . . .I mean, that would be nice. Six-thirty? Got it. I'll see you then."

Donald hung up the phone and marched to the bedroom. "We'll pick up Mickey D's on the way to the lab." he stated.

"Now we're going to the lab?" Tyson asked. "I thought it could wait for a couple days."

"Carol and I are going to a movie tonight," Donald answered from the bedroom as he got dressed. "The formula has to be ready by then or I'm screwed."

Tyson smirked. "But what are you going to tell your D&D buddies?"

"Nothing yet," Donald replied. "If I can't get the formula to work, I'll go over after the movie because I know Carol will want to go straight home."

"Your confidence is inspiring!" Tyson mocked.

"It's experience talking," Donald shot back. "But it doesn't matter. If today goes well, then tonight, I will lose my virginity to the woman I love and we'll begin a new life together.

--

The day did not go well. Donald created batch after batch of the formula. Tyson had to wash his neck and chest each time before applying the new scent and then go out and hit on random women, building up to requests that no woman would normally do. Tyson did get some numbers out of it that he would later use. He also got some slaps and one knee to the balls. The weekend guards, seeing Tyson's comings and goings, weren't sure what was going on and searched him a few times, just in case.

"It would be easier if we had a girl that hated me locked in a cage here," Tyson suggested. "Then whenever she wanted to fuck me, we'd know it worked."

"Yes, and up until that point, as well as after the effect wore off, it would be kidnapping." Donald answered as he put together a new formula.

"It shouldn't be this hard," Tyson stated. "I think we're missing something."

"You're a scientist now?" Donald asked.

"No, but something's been nagging at me all day." Tyson explained. "You told me that Julius threw a bunch of chemicals around the place, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what if the formula got mixed up with some of them when you fell?"

"It's possible," Donald agreed. "But not knowing which chemicals and how much would make this a futile attempt."

"Oh, and there's one more thing . . ." Tyson remembered.

"What's that?" asked Donald.

"He pissed on you." Tyson said, pointing at Julius. "The piss must have gotten mixed with the formula."

Donald lit up. "You're right! My shirt was soaked with both the formula and the piss."

Donald went over to Julius' cage and gave him some soda pop. Julius loved Diet Coke and Donald knew it. So he kept giving it to him while they waited. Less than an hour later Donald had a monkey piss version of the formula and Tyson headed out again. He shook his head when he returned.

Donald was frustrated and exhausted. It was after five and he knew he had to get going. Then the answer hit him.

"I'm an idiot!" He exclaimed.

"What? Did you figure it out?" Tyson asked.

"I don't need to!" Donald exclaimed. "I have the formula soaked into my shirt, lying in my garbage bin at home. I just have to bring it here, do a chemical analysis on it and reverse engineer the formula! We can do it tomorrow!"

"What about your date tonight?" Tyson asked. "You gonna to cancel?"

"No, not on our first date." Donald answered. "I'll just take her out as friends. Less pressure for me that way anyway. And I'll wear the formula to work on Monday."

"Sounds like a plan." Tyson agreed.

--

Carol looked stunning. Donald had just worn jeans a nice shirt and sneakers to make it clear that he wasn't trying to impress or woo her. She, however, had "painted on" jeans that made any man who saw her want to grab her ass. A tight white top barely contained her breasts and let the black lace bra, beneath it, show through. Her ponytail was nowhere to be seen, so that her hair draped sexily over her shoulders. She wore enough make-up to have a glow to her, but not to be a piece of artwork. She needed no help for that. Her lips were luscious red and, thanks to her lipstick, and always looked wet. She thankfully, however, did not wear heels, just a pair of white thongs (the shoes, not the underwear). Donald didn't need any more of a gap between their heights.

"You look handsome tonight." she said as a greeting.

Donald couldn't think of a compliment that could adequately express her appearance and settled for "You look pretty beautiful yourself."

"Thanks." she replied.

Donald realized he hadn't actually thanked her for her compliment and was lost in thought trying to figure a way to recover from it when she continued. "So what kind of movie are you up for?"

"Anything is fine with me," Donald replied and Carol instantly frowned at the remark.

Tyson's advice flooded back to him: "Women like men who make decisions, not who leave decisions to them or go along with everything they do."

"I could go for a horror flick," Carol suggested. "as long as I can hide my face in your shoulder." She winked and touched his arm when she said that.

Donald could swear that she was flirting, but he knew that the effects of the pheromones had worn off by now. She had to just be playing with him and, while the thought of her holding onto him and burying herself into his body was extremely compelling, Donald knew that if the movie was at all scary, then he'd be the one seeking comfort. So he killed two birds with one stone and got out of the movie while looking assertive.

"I'm more in the mood for a comedy, actually." he said. "Besides, I hear that the horror movies here aren't that great."

Carol smiled. "OK, I could use a good laugh anyway. Life's been a bit stressful lately."

"Then we're agreed." Said Donald. "Now let's see what comedies are here."

They settled on the 40 Year-Old Virgin. "Can you imagine someone going that long without sex?" Carol giggled as they went in.

"Yeah, that's crazy." Donald agreed while secretly hoping it wouldn't come to that for him.

During the movie, Carol turned to Donald whenever she laughed to see if he was laughing too so they could enjoy the joke together. He was, for the most part, but he also made a conscious effort to turn to look at her just so she'd see him doing the same thing. He also snuck little glances at her at other moments such as when things got sexual. One time, she caught him looking and smiled.

Carol also touched his arm whenever she laughed hard, as well as when she reached for popcorn that she had insisted they share. Donald kept telling himself that the signs were all there that she liked him. Donald also kept telling himself that she had a boyfriend and they were only out as friends and that's why she was so comfortable with him. Which statement was true remained a mystery through the movie. Carol's actions were affectionate but not sexual and could be those of a close friend or a girlfriend. By the end of the movie, he wanted to just get up and scream at her "Do you want me or not?!"

As the credits rolled across the screen, Donald got up and led Carol, who casually took his hand, out of the theatre.

"That was a good movie!" Carol beamed. "Thank you for taking me, Don."

"You're welcome, Carol." he told her. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

Carol pouted. "It's only nine. We don't have to go home yet. Did you have other plans?"

Donald wanted to jump her right then. Her pout was adorable and sexy at the same time. "Uh . . .No . . .Nothing I can't get out of." he told her.

He'd have to call his D&D buddies and cancel. "They're gonna be pissed at me for bailing this late on them" he thought.

Carol's face lit up. "Good, because I drove and you weren't going anywhere I didn't want you to go anyway." She hooked her fingers into his belt loops and pulled herself close to him. "Let's go get a drink."

"You're driving." Donald said, wondering if he should hold her arms, or hold her around the waist, or just reach out and squeeze her tits. God, he wanted to squeeze those tits.

"But you don't drink," she responded. "So you'll just do the driving later."

"OK." he agreed and summoned enough courage to put his hands on her hips. "Where did you want to . . .I mean . . .Let's go to the Devil's Martini."

Carol nodded and leaned in toward him. Donald could swear she was going to kiss him when her cell phone rang. The happiness seemed to drain from her face when she saw the number.

"Hello?" she said, answering it. "I told you I was going to a movie with a friend. Yes, we just got out. No, we were going to go for drinks. But I . . .You do . . .You do. . .You do. . .I am. Yes, I'll leave right now. Bye."

Carol put the phone away with a sad look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Don, but I have to get going."

"No drinks?" Donald asked.

"I'd love to, but I can't," she sighed. "Rain check?"

"Sure." Donald could see that she didn't want to go. He wished he had the pheromones. Then he could just tell her to stay and she'd happily obey him. "You know, you don't have to go if you really don't want to." he told her. "You look like your best friend just died."

"I'm just upset that I have to leave one of my best friends in the lurch like this." she told him.

The word "friend" stung and Donald realized his hopes were just that - hopes. He needed to get out of there. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. Other plans, remember?" he smiled.

Carol backed up awkwardly as though some invisible force was pulling her away. "OK, well, I'll see you Monday then?"

"OK." Donald replied.

She waved to him and then reached out as if to touch him. Her hand stopped and then curled into a fist which she squeezed tightly.

"Bye, Don!" she said as she turned and ran. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn she was starting to cry. He almost felt sorry for her if he didn't know that she was running off to see her boyfriend. He HAD to be the one that called. He was obviously the jealous type. And now, she'd go to him and he'd fuck her. And what would Donald do? He'd go play some D&D and then go home alone. Then suddenly, he remembered that Carol had driven. The bitch left him stranded!

--

Tears ran down Carol's face as she rushed to her car. Richard was waiting and the longer he waited the worse he would be with her. She didn't know what had just happened. She needed to be out with Donald so she could spend time with a man that actually cared for her and respected her. She didn't even plan on anything sexual coming between them. At least she told herself that. But why then was she wearing such a sexy outfit?

When she met him everything was normal but the longer she was with him the more those sexual feelings towards him grew. She sent signals through the movie, touching him whenever she could, looking over at him, snuggling closer to him. Donald never tried to touch her but he kept looking at her and she was sure there was desire in his eyes, even though there was no signal in his body. By the end of the movie, she just wanted to stand up and scream at him, "Do you want me or not?!"

She didn't want to go out for drinks with him. She just wanted to go home with him. 'Why didn't I just ask?' she thought. She knew, though. She was waiting for him to ask. She was throwing out every signal she could and he wasn't catching one of them. He obviously wasn't interested in her that way, but the urge to just grab hold of him had gotten so strong she could barely keep her hands off of him. She was going to kiss him when her phone rang and, as strong as her need for Donald had gotten, the fear of Richard was still stronger. It had been a battle to the end. She almost reached out and pulled him into her. She almost revealed her true desires to a man that surely saw her as just a friend. Why weren't the ones you want attracted to you?

Fine. She'd go to Richard's place and do what he wanted. Her pussy was soaking. She hadn't been this horny in ages. So if Richard wanted to fuck her, then great. But, when he was with her tonight, she'd be imagining fucking Donald. He was all she could think about right then

--

Carol was the last person Donald wanted to think about and yet, she kept popping into his head. The quiet in the cab ride to Kevin's place was excruciatingly long and quiet. Once he was in the company of his friends, however, and the jokes were flying and the dice were rolling, things got better. But there were still moments when a lull occurred and he pictured Carol lying under a faceless man, making sweet passionate love.

"Hey Kevin, is your mom home tonight?" Rajesh asked.

"Yeah, why?" Kevin asked.

"Just wondering." Rajesh answered.

Kevin knew he was lying. "Stop thinking about fucking my mom, man. That's just sick."

Rajesh laughed. "It's only sick if YOU think about it. She's a fuckin' sexy woman."

Rajesh was right, too. Mrs. Rachael Townsend was a beautiful 45 year-old blonde who looked ten years younger than she actually was, at least. She was a successful business woman who didn't need a career thanks to the money her husband had left her when he died. But she was all about doing something with her life. She stood 5'6" with curly golden locks that reached the middle of her back. She was thick, but in a muscular way. She could easily beat up any of the guys at the table but, then again, that wasn't saying much. Her biggest assets were her double D's and they were that size after shrinking from her intense workouts. Rachael was solid muscle, well tanned from the salon, had oriental eyes from her great grandfather and was often mistaken for Bobbi Bling Bling, the wrestler.

As if on cue, she walked into the room causing Rajesh to become as visibly red as is possible for an East Indian man. She showed no sign of whether or not she had heard his comment. She stood there in her workout tights, having just come back from the gym and five of the six men around the table could not help but drool over her and feel their cocks expand. The fact that such a woman had a son who was dateless, lived at home and played Dungeons and Dragons, was a mystery to the community at large.

"Are you boys set for the evening?" she asked politely.

"We're fine, Mom," Kevin said in an annoyed voice. "I told you not to come in during a session. Call and I'll come to you."

Kevin was making an attempt to look like the man of the house. The effort failed miserable since it wasn't his house and she talked to him like he was six.

"I'm sorry, Dear." she apologized. "I'll leave you boys to your fun. I just came to say 'hi'."

"Hi, Mrs. Townsend," the boys said in unison.

"Hi, boys," she smiled. "Enjoy your evening."

"Thanks, Mrs. Townsend," the boys said in unison.

She turned and walked out and there was only silence as they looked at her toned muscular ass through the spandex.

"Rajesh, roll a twenty-sider," Kevin said suddenly.

"For what?" asked Rajesh as he snapped out of his happy thoughts.

"If you get less than seventeen, then your fighter will be charmed and do nothing but stare at the asses of the female characters for the next 2 rounds." Kevin explained.

Rajesh was confused. They weren't fighting any spell casters. "What caused that?"

"You looking at my mother's ass and thinking about fucking her!" Kevin hissed.

The other guys at the table all looked at Kevin then exchanged glances with each other. Every one of them picked up a die and rolled it with a smile.

Kevin frowned at the display in front of him. "Assholes."

--

Carol wasn't going to make it. She was still fifteen minutes away from Richard's and hornier than she'd been in ages. She wanted Donald. She wanted to turn the car around and pick him up, take him home and fuck the hell out of him. She needed to fuck so much by this point that she was squirming in her seat and her driving was affected. She pulled off the main road, onto a side street and stopped. Her breathing was heavy and, if she didn't know any better, she'd swear that someone had given her an aphrodisiac. She needed to cum.

She undid her jeans and pushed down her panties which were already wet. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed it furiously. It helped but she needed more. She undid her top and her front-clasp bra and began to squeeze her breasts and twist her nipples. Little sparks ran through her. If a man was doing it to her then she would have smiled. Right now, she was just consumed with need. One hand stayed on her breast while the other slipped back between her slick pussy lips. She moaned and pushed herself up in her seat to get more access. She was breathing in gasps already. Her fingers moved back and forth rapidly and she clenched her legs together. When the orgasm hit her, she called out "GODDDDDD!"

Her entire body tensed. Her knees banged into the steering wheel. She pinched her nipple so hard that she saw stars. Finally, she settled down, both in her mind and in her seat. 'What the hell was that?' she wondered, but soon realized that it wasn't over. The need began to build again. She opened her purse and looked through the contents. She pulled out a hair brush, the kind with thick plastic bristles that have the little balls on the end. Then she found herself removing her pants completely. She pushed her seat back and reclined it a bit to give her some more room and then sucked on the round handle of the brush while she played with her clit again. She should have tried to finish herself off quickly, she knew, but this was feeling too good. Richard would punish her for being so late.

'Fuck him' she thought and shoved the brush handle up her cunt. She held it in for a moment and squeezed her pussy around it, getting the feel of it. Then she pumped it in long slow strokes. More. She needed more. She looked in her purse again and pulled out two hair clips. She squeezed them opened and then let them bite down on her tits. That was better. She started to fuck herself faster and frigged herself with her free hand. What she wouldn't give for a cock right now. Then, the stick shift caught her attention. It was about 8 inches long with the round ball at the top. Her mind went over both the insanity of what she was thinking as well as the logistics of pulling it off. She hit the sunroof button and then climbed over to her new toy. She stuck her head out of the sunroof and grabbed the opening to steady herself. She turned so she was facing the back of the car and placed a knee on each of the front seats. Slowly she lowered herself onto the stick shift. The ball on the top stretched her and felt weird since she could barely feel the stick below it. It was a good weird though. She began to move up and down on the stick. It was strange feeling this ball move in and out of her pussy. She held onto the roof opening with one hand and grabbed the brush with the other. She rubbed the bristles over her pussy lips and clit and the sensation as the bristles bent and snapped back across her skin made her quiver. Her eyes closed and she got into a good rhythm. The hair clips shifted from her motions and scraped her tits. She picked up pace and added pressure with the brush. It felt fucking amazing. The night air filled her lungs as her head popped up through the sunroof before dropping down into it again.

"Fuck yeah!" she called out. She moaned and grunted as she felt a big orgasm building. She threw her head back but hit the opening of the sunroof. So she tried to control herself a bit more. She also discovered that some of her hair had snagged but rather than free it she pulled against it so if felt like someone was pulled her back. She felt her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. She hammered herself again and again on the stick shift and crushed the brush into her body as she rubbed it back and forth.

"YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!" She screamed and bright colours flashed in her head. She gave a few more hard thrusts on the stick shift and then dropped the brush. She grabbed onto the roof opening with both hands to keep from collapsing and enjoy the night air at the same time. Then she realized that the lights in her head had not stopped flashing. She opened her eyes to see a police cruiser parking behind her. The sound of a throat clearing made her turn to see an officer standing next to the car watching her. She went red at first, wondering how she must look with her shirt and bra open and her naked tits hanging with hair clips on them, her naked bottom impaled on the stick shift and cum dripping out from under her, her hair messed and snagged on the sunroof window, and a "just fucked" look in her eyes. She knew she was pretty much fucked. So she said the only thing she could think of.

"What seems to be the problem, Officer?"

Donald entered the kitchen and grabbed various beers and pop cans out of the fridge to meet the requests of the guys in the basement. He spotted some pecan pie in there and decided to grab a piece of that, too. He was cutting a slice when Mrs. Townsend entered in a negligee and robe.

"Don't mind me, Donald," she told him. "I'll be out of your way in just a moment. I just wanted to make a cup of tea."

"It's your house," Donald replied. "I should be saying 'Don't mind me.'"

She put a hand to his face. "You're sweet," she said. "You're the sweetest of the lot."

Donald blushed. "Uh . . .thanks."

She smiled at him. "Don't be embarrassed, it's a compliment. You're nothing like Rajesh. Do you know he's come on to me a few times now?"

Donald's eyes widened. "Rajesh?"

She laughed at his surprise. "Oh, yes. You should have been there. Cut me a piece please?"

Donald cut a piece of pie for her and they sat down to eat.

"It was quite amusing," Mrs. Townsend continued. "Here's this kid, twenty-two years younger than me, the same age as my son, and he's trying to sound all suave and macho, but he's basically a stick with a crooked goatee and his voice is cracking as he tells me what a sexy woman I am and that I really need a man in my life to satisfy my needs properly."

Donald laughed and Mrs. Townsend laughed with him. "Don't tell him I told you," she warned. I know you guys give him a hard time as it is, as well as Kevin."

"Um . . .sorry, Mrs. Townsend." Donald apologized.

"For what?" she asked. "Making fun of my son? Good lord, Donald. Go ahead. Do it until he moves out."

"You don't like him staying here?" Donald asked.

"Donald, he's my son and I love him," she stated. "But, the boy has to learn to cook for himself, clean for himself, and do his own goddamned laundry! He makes $125,000 a year and won't find his own place. He spends all his money on comics and dolls . . .sorry, 'action figures', videos and sex phone calls."

"Sex phone calls?" Donald repeated.

"Oh, he thinks I don't know because he has his own phone bill but I've sneaked peeks at his charges. I'm pretty sure he's gone out and gotten hookers too. I just want him to find a nice girl and be happy."

"Maybe he will one day," Donald suggested. " Why don't you just kick him out?"

"Because my husband paid for everything for me when I was trying to get my career going. Even now, I'm worth over five million and I still have maids and cooks come in and do everything for me whenever work gets overwhelming, which has been almost constantly lately. If I'm not doing these things for myself then how can I kick him out and tell him to do them?"

"Because if you don't he'll never grow up." Donald offered.

Mrs. Townsend frowned. "Do you really think so?"

"Mrs. Townsend . . ."

"Please," she interrupted. "Call me Rachael when we're alone. I feel so old when you call me Mrs. Townsend. You don't think of me as old, do you?"

Donald shook his head. "Not at all."

"Good," she smiled. "Because I'm only fifteen years older than you, you know. And, believe it or not, I've dated guys your age."

"Oh, I believe it," Donald replied. He couldn't believe that she thought he wouldn't believe it. This 45 year-old blonde bombshell looked ten years younger, had a body that was solid muscle and tits that dwarfed his head. She was self-conscious and that, in the least, surprised him.

"The sweet ones are the ones that always get overlooked," she said. "You know, if I knew you were interested and I knew Kevin wouldn't freak out about it, I'd date you."

Donald's jaw dropped and a big grin came over her face. "Don't look so surprised," she said. "You're intelligent, funny, caring and loyal. I'm not blind. The thing is, I also know that Kevin would disown me if we got together."

Donald was beside himself. He certainly did not expect to blurt out his next statement at all. "Maybe if he knew we were together, he'd move out."

Rachael laughed. "I never thought of that! Fuck my son's friends so that my son will leave home."

Donald wondered how they'd shifted from dating to fucking.

"Wanna do it on this table right now?" she asked.

Donald coughed out the piece of pie he was eating. Rachael giggled. "I was kidding."

Suddenly Kevin's voice rose from the basement. "Yo, Don! How long does it take to grab some drinks?"

Donald and Rachael exchanged glances. "I guess you'd better go." she said.

"Guess so." Donald agreed.

"Thanks for the talk," she said. "I work so much, I don't get a chance to just socialize much any more."

"Any time," Donald assured her.

He scooped his last piece of pie onto his fork as she got up from the table.

She gently grabbed his arm to stop him from eating. "Oh and Donald?"

"Yes Rachael?"

"I'll think about what you said," she told him. "I just may take you up on your offer."

With that, she picked the pie of pie off his fork with two fingers and stuck it in her mouth. She slowly pulled her fingers out, sucking on them as they slid. Despite not having anything in his mouth, Donald swallowed. Rachael grabbed her tea and left the kitchen, her hips swishing as she left.

Donald sat there, still holding his fork up, waiting for his hard-on to subside.

--

The swelling had gone down on Tyson's lip, but his black eye was still apparent. He was holding an icepack over it when the phone made its familiar double ring, letting him know that someone was in the lobby.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"It's Kara. Is it OK if I come up?"

Tyson wasn't sure about that. "Are you going to hit me again?"

"No, I promise."

"OK." He hit six and hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, he let the sexy Pilipino with the big tits into his place. She winced when she saw the shiner that she had given him.

"Sorry about that." she said.

"Did you come up to apologize?" Tyson asked cynically.

"No, I . . .Er . . .Well, I just couldn't stop thinking about last night." she answered.

"Which part?" asked Tyson.

"Everything up until we fell asleep," she told him. "It was the hottest, wettest night of my life. The girls were amazing. You were amazing. Even the short time we spent with Donny was great, although I never got to fuck him."

"So that's why you kicked me, punched me and gave me a black eye?" Tyson mused. "Makes sense."

"I said I was sorry," she said angrily, but then became subdued at once when she realized she didn't want to fight with him. "How did you do it? How did you make me feel like that?"

Tyson shrugged. "It was just one of those nights. We were all in the mood. We'd all been drinking and we let our emotions run rampant rather than try to restrain them."

Kara tried to figure out if he was lying or not, but couldn't read him. She stood there looking at him torn between what she was feeling and what made sense. She still thought that he drugged her somehow and, if that was the case, then she should stay as far away from this man as possible. However, she wanted those feelings again. She wanted the passion and the intensity. She had never fucked like that before. She had been with several men and women and a few couples before, but last night put all her of her other sexual escapades to shame.

Finally, she just asked what she wanted to know. "Can we do it again?"

She didn't want to know if it was drug induced or spur of the moment. She just wanted to know if it was now unattainable.

"There's just the two of us right now." Tyson said flatly.

"Maybe we can start like that," she suggested. "Let's see how it is between the two of us. I want to see if even a spark of last night is there. If so, you can call whoever you want, we can do whatever you want. I'll give myself to you anyway you want." She looked at the floor when she spoke that last sentence. She would never have thought she would say that to any man, but here she was, offering her self up as a sex slave, IF he could give what he promised.

Tyson's cock was a piece of steel in his pants. This girl wasn't just throwing herself at him, she was giving herself to him. He wanted to tear off her clothes and fuck her right there. So he did.

Kara felt her shirt rip open and made no effort to stop him. She relished the passion he was displaying. His hands enveloped her breasts and his tongue entered her mouth. She kissed him back forcefully as she struggled to get his pants undone. Once she got his cock free, she dropped to her knees and took into her mouth. Tyson grabbed her head and pushed her face on and off his cock. Her tits slapped against his thighs. One of her hands pressed against his hip to try and steady her. She seemed consumed with need for him and let him do whatever he wanted to her. He figured he'd tell Nancy to come over after work. She'd love Kara, and he had the numbers he'd collected during the day. Tonight would be better than last night. At that thought, he spurted his cum into her mouth and she drank most of it down. Some leaked out, but he loved the look of it as he stared down at her.

"Get on the couch and I'll lick that pussy of yours." Tyson ordered.

"No." she said releasing his cock and leaning away from him.

Tyson was shocked. "Excuse me, bitch?"

"I said 'No,'" Kara replied. "You have a great cock and I'm sure it would be nice but that's all I'm feeling, 'nice'. I don't feel the need from last night. I would have done anything you said. As you can see right now, I won't."

"At least I came before she told me that" Tyson thought, but as he looked down at the little sex kitten, he knew he needed more. The question was how to get it without the potion.

"I think I should go." Kara said getting up. She pulled her shirt together but it just opened up again. She sighed.

"No! Wait!" Tyson exclaimed.

"Tyson, this isn't working for me." Kara insisted.

"I can make it work." Tyson claimed.

"How?"

Tyson led her to the couch and turned on the TV. "Watch something, listen to the stereo, help yourself to some food, whatever. Just give me an hour and I'll be back with the solution to our problems."

"And that would be?"

"You'll see." Tyson said as he grabbed his car keys and left. Donald said that the formula was in his shirt. Tyson just had to get the shirt and figure out a way to get some of the formula out of it.

--

Hot sperm filled Carol's mouth as the police officer came from her skillful efforts. The cop stood in the door of her car while she remained in the driver's seat. One or two cars had passed while she "paid for her ticket", but she was fairly certain they thought she was just getting a lecture not a cum shot. The joke about the blonde taking the breathalyzer test entered her mind. She felt blonde at that moment. What a way to get out of an indecent exposure charge!

"Can I get your number, ma'am?" the cop asked as he zipped up.

"Sorry, officer, catching me masturbating in my car gets you a blowjob, but not free access to my body." Carol scolded him. She was grateful for the offer though. She was also grateful that he was young, fit and good-looking. She doubted she would have had the guts to do what she did otherwise.

"Yes, ma'am." he replied a bit sheepishly. He had the advantage up until his cock went in her mouth. Now she was in control and he knew it.

Carol pushed him away and shut her door. The car started and she waved out the window as she left. "Good night, officer."

"It already was, ma'am." he said watching her go. His friends were never going to believe this.

After driving a few clicks down the road, Carol broke into a grin and a giggle. "I just sucked off a cop to get out of a charge! Oh Carol, you dirty girl! I wonder if I sped, could I get out of the speeding charge that way." She laughed. "Stop thinking like that, girl. You're in enough trouble as it is. You're about half an hour late."

The smile left her face and she pulled over to the side of the road again. "Why am I doing this? Why am I in a rush to go to a place I don't want to be? He's just going to hurt me and then fuck me." Even as she thought about it she felt herself get wet. "That's why. Because you LOVE the way he fucks you. You love it more than anything. That fucking cock of his sends you to heaven every time." She gripped the steering wheel tightly and shook it violently.

"You've got to stop sometime," she told herself out loud. "You've got to have the strength to say this isn't enough for me, I need more. Don't go there, Carol. Go anywhere but there."

She sat there thinking of the pain and the pleasure, about her self-esteem and pride. Tears leaked from her eyes. Cum leaked from her pussy. What was she going to do? She wished Donald was with her to help her think it through.

--

"You look like you're going to fall down any second." Kevin told Donald.

"I've had two hours sleep in the last two days." Donald explained.

"Do you want to crash here?" Kevin suggested. "Take one of the spare rooms and I'll drive you home in the morning to save you some cab fare."

"There's no way I'm going to refuse that offer." Donald smiled.

The D&D crowd was on their way out. It had been an enjoyable night for everyone but Rajesh, whose character had perished in a realm of unspeakable torment. Whether that was part of the real scenario or just Kevin lashing out at him for the "fucking your mom" comments was up for debate.

"Can I crash here, too?" Rajesh asked. "I'm pretty tired."

"Fuck you, Raj. Go home." Kevin snapped back.

Rajesh pulled Donald over and whispered, "Fuck her if you get a chance." into his ear. Then smiled a mischievous grin at Kevin and headed out the door.

"Sometimes I wonder why I stay friends with him." Kevin wondered aloud.

"If you look past the perversion, he can be a really cool guy." Donald answered.

"Well, some guys are just jerks," Kevin said and then yelled at the top of his lungs. "Mom! Can you set up one of the spare rooms for Donald?"

Donald was embarrassed for his friend. "That's okay. I don't need anything set up, just a place to lie down." he said.

"Don't worry," Kevin comforted him. "It's no problem. What are friends for?"

Rachael soon appeared. She looked a little disheveled and a bit flushed. Donald's first thought was that she had been masturbating. He thought he could smell sex in the air. She led him to one of the guest rooms, turned down the bed and brought him an extra pillow, a clean towel and face cloth.

"This really isn't necessary, Rachael." Donald told her.

"Hush," Rachael replied. "It's really no trouble. The bathroom is just down the hall and it has spare toothbrushes in it."

Donald looked her over. Her robe had come open and he noticed a wet spot on her panties. She caught his gaze, blushed and covered up. Donald wanted to fuck her. He told himself he would after Carol and then caught himself. Here he was, already planning on cheating on her. "Well, it won't be cheating if she knows," he argued to himself. "With the pheromones, she'll do whatever I want and a threesome with Carol and Rachael would be a dream come true."

"If you need anything, my bedroom's at the end of the hall." Rachael informed him.

"If I need anything, I'll wake up Kevin," said Donald. "I'm not going to bother you any more tonight."

She smiled playfully. "There are some things that you may need that Donald can't give you." She winked and squeezed his ass.

"Rachael!" Donald exclaimed as he jumped away from her hand.

"You are just too much fun to tease, Donald." She laughed.

Donald decided to play her game and grabbed her ass. She didn't even flinch. She just turned to face him, tightened her muscles and his hand lost its grip.

"If you wanted something soft to grab you should have gone for my tits," she said. As she walked out of the room, she let her robe drop and grabbed it in one hand. She was absolutely stunning in her little negligee. "They and the rest of my body will be in my bedroom." With that she disappeared down the hall.

Donald went to the washroom to brush his teeth and grab some tissues to jack off into. He undressed and climbed into bed. His hand slipped beneath the sheets and stroked his cock as he thought about Rachael in her bedroom. His lack of sleep got the better of him, however, and he fell asleep in mid-stroke.

--

Kazumi thrust his cock into Mariko again and again. He loved the feel of her tight little pussy around his throbbing cock. He just wished she was a little more animated. He could not complain much though. She willingly let him prop her body into whatever position was best for him and then held that position until her moved her again, or until he came. She let out sweet little moans beneath him, letting him know how much he pleasured her. She was lucky to have a man such as him: faithful, dedicated and skilled. He decided to surprise her tonight and grabbed one of her breasts tightly as he came in her. She gasped at the feel of him. He was sure she came with him. Her nipple hardening at his touch was a sure sign. He knew she came whenever she let out a little squeaks or large gasps. He knew he was very good at making his wife happy. Satisfied, he rolled off her and fell asleep almost immediately.

Mariko lay in bed listening to her husband snore. He had grabbed her breast unexpectedly and she thought it was going to be the start of something spontaneous and different in bed, not the end. The grab had aroused her. It was the first time in years her husband had done anything to arouse her and it was his last act before rolling off her. She climbed out of bed and went into the living room. Her thoughts drifted back to the other night when she played with herself for the first time, when she came for the first time. She felt guilty about it. She should not do such things, but it had been so pleasurable that her head still swan in thoughts of it.

She sat on the couch and her hand drifted down to her slit. She felt a calm flow through her as she touched herself. She called up images of Donald as she had before. He fingers moved slowly up and down and her nipples hardened again almost immediately. This little Japanese woman was horny for a white stranger. It was against everything she had learned as a proper woman and a faithful wife. Somehow, that just made her wetter. Her hand picked up its tempo and she let out one of her cute little moans. Kazumi seemed to respond from the bedroom with a loud snore. The sound of him annoyed her. It took away her focus from Donald. She pictured him in front of her. They both wore only kimonos. He slowly undressed her, kissing each part of her as it became exposed. She imagined his hot breath on her neck, his hands caressing her shoulders. She slid her arms under his and pulled him close. When he put his mouth over her breast, her free hand cupped and squeezed it. She focused her fingers on her clit. She was already getting close, partly from the images and partly from her memories of last night's orgasm. She needed this. She needed Donald. She needed him now.

--

Donald woke and got dressed immediately. He went straight to work and got the formula in his lab. He added a few minor chemicals and it was ready. Carol had just arrived so he sprayed some over himself and went over to talk to her.

"Hi, sexy." he greeted her.

She cocked an eye at him. "Hi, sexy? Since when do you talk like that?"

"Well, you ARE sexy." he said as he waved the air from him to her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Oh, I thought I saw a mosquito," he lied and he continued to fan the air. "Didn't you see it?"

"Uh . . .No." she said, bemused with his actions.

"It must have flown away." he covered up.

"Must have" said Carol, as she combined the ingredients of her latest perfume.

Donald cursed under his breath and went back to his lab table. He picked up the formula and stared at it as if that would fix things. It worked. He knew it worked. Maybe it just took some time to work.

He sprayed some more on just before lunch, with an extra dose on his wrist, and then went down to the cafeteria. He grabbed some food, not really paying attention to what he took. He just needed stuff on his tray for when he sat down with Carol.

The cashier rung up his tray while he scanned the room for Carol. He pulled out his wallet to pay but she dismissed him. "No charge." she said.

He suddenly brought his focus to her and she had a lustful smile on her.

"Really?" he asked.

"You can pay me back." she offered and gently bit one of her fingers as she swished in place.

Donald smiled. It was working! "I'll be sure to do that." he told her then grabbed his tray and rushed off.

He found Carol sitting with two of her work friends, a blonde and a brunette, at one of the long cafeteria benches. One sat next to her and the other across from her. Donald placed himself across from her too.

"Hiya, girls!" he greeted.

"Uh . . .Hey Donald" one of the girls said.

"So, what are we talking about?" he asked.

They exchanged glances and then the blonde answered, "Menstrual cramps."

The others giggled, but Donald barely heard her response.

"Hey Carol, check this out." he said, holding out his wrist.

"It's your wrist, Don." she said, not sure what he was getting at.

"No, smell it," he insisted. "It's my latest creation.

She leaned in and took a whiff then scrunched her nose. "I don't think I like it," she said At the same time, her eyes began to glaze over. "I makes me want to . . .To . . ."

"To what? Donald asked smiling.

"To get under the table and suck your cock." Carol answered.

"Carol!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.

It was too late. Carol was already under the table and had unzipped Donald's pants. He felt her pull out his cock and then the warm sweet feel of her mouth was all over him.

The other girls looked at Donald in shock, but he only smiled. No one else in the room had seen what just transpired and they went on eating their lunch oblivious to the activities going on right by them.

Donald closed his eyes as Carol's lips slid up and down his shaft. He gripped the bench he was on and began to thrust his hips into her mouth.

"I'm afraid to look," the brunette whispered. "Please tell me she's not doing what I think she's doing under there."

"That must be one good perfume." The blonde mused.

Donald felt himself getting close, quickly, and Carol seemed to sense it. There was a great feeling of loss as his cock was suddenly exposed to the cool air of the cafeteria again. Carol popped out next to him. Her eyes were penetrating and her skin red. Her nipples poked out through her blouse.

"Want to go someplace private?" Donald asked.

"No." Carol replied. She pulled of her pants and panties right there.

Donald's eyes nearly popped out. "Woah! Carol, we can't . . ."

"Shut up," Carol warned. "I need you in me now!"

She pushed him back until he was horizontal and then climbed on and straddled him. His cock disappeared into her pussy and she groaned with pleasure.

"Carol!" one of the girls exclaimed, but Donald didn't know or care which one it was. Carol's pussy felt too good for him to care where they were or who was watching. It was the first pussy his cock had ever been in. It was warm and tight, eager and wet.

"Oh God . . .Donald . . .Fuck me!" she cried out. Her voice was different though, a little deeper. He chalked it up to the fact that she was in the throes of passion. "Oh I needed this so much!" she said and her voice still bothered him. It was different and familiar at the same time. He didn't know how to explain it. "Wake up and fuck me, Donald!" she yelled.

"Wake up?" Donald thought. Then reality flooded back. His eyes popped open and there was Rachael, sitting on his cock. Her tits bounced up and down from her motions and her hand frigged her clit like crazy. Donald tried to get up but his motions only drove his cock in her deeper and she opened her eyes and smiled at him when she realized he was up.

"Rachael!" he exclaimed, but before he could say more, she mashed one of her tits into his face. Her aimed was perfect and he felt her nipple enter his mouth. He reached up to push her off and grabbed onto her huge breasts. They felt amazing in his hands and she moaned with pleasure from his touch. She liked the rough way he handled her and had no clue that he wasn't trying to stimulate her.

Donald didn't know which was worse: that he'd lost his virginity to the wrong woman or that he'd actually missed the moment when he lost his virginity! He had no idea how long Rachael had been riding his cock, but when he felt her pussy squeeze him he no longer cared. This is what sex felt like? He didn't think it would be much different from jacking off. God was he wrong. Rachael pushed herself up off him and her nails dug into his chest. Her back arched and she let out a loud almost banshee wail. Her cunt closed around Donald's cock and he came immediately. The fact that he'd been asleep was what made him last as long as he did.

Rachael felt him squirt inside her and grinned happily at him while she milked his cock as her orgasm subsided. She collapsed on top of him, squishing her tits into his body. "Ooooooohhhhhhh . . .Thank you Donald." she sighed. She kissed his neck and then stuck her tongue in his mouth. Donald kissed her back although he was still stunned by the turn of events. In a way, he felt like he had just cheated on Carol.

"Rachael, what are you doing here?" Donald asked when she finally broke their lip lock.

She giggled. "Do I really have to explain it to you?"

"I mean, why did you come in here?" he said.

"To fuck you, silly," she purred. "You didn't come to my room and I couldn't wait any longer."

"I thought you were just teasing." he said.

"So did I," she told him. "But, the longer I was with you and the more I thought about it, the more I realized I wanted it." She paused, thinking about it. "I almost jumped you the last time I was in here, but I thought I'd be more mysterious and flirtatious. I figured you'd like that and follow, but you didn't. A horny woman can only wait so long." She wriggled on his cock and he felt it twitch. "So tell me, was I as good as the women your age?"

Donald hesitated before answering, "You were as good as any woman I've ever had." he said finally.

She seemed to read his eyes. "Donald, are you telling me the truth?"

"Yes," he said nervously. "I swear."

"You can be honest with me, you know."

"Rachael, you were the best I've ever had." he affirmed.

She finally put it together. "Oh . . .My . . .God . . .You're a . . .WERE a virgin!" She pushed up and sat on him looking for her robe. When she found it, she covered up her tits. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to . . .Please don't hate me."

He grabbed her by the hips to try and calm her down. Inside her his cock began to grow from her movements. "It's OK, Rachael," he said calmly. "You didn't know and, believe me, of the women I'd want to take my virginity, you make the short list."

She seemed to settle when he said that. "Do you mean that?" she asked.

"Cross my heart." he said making the gesture.

"You really enjoyed it?" she checked, but then a look came into her eyes. She grinned like a Cheshire cat and her hips began to pulse. "You must have. I can feel you growing."

She squeezed her breasts together and locked eyes with him. Her hands moved up, lifted her hair and let it fall gracefully on her shoulders. "How long have you wanted to fuck me, Donald?" she asked.

"Since the first time I saw you." he revealed.

Her face lit up. "Did you ever dream about it?"

"Rachael, I've jacked off to thoughts of fucking you." he admitted. He didn't know why he told her that other than to keep comforting her and let her know this was OK.

"You won't have to do that anymore," she said. "I'm yours whenever you want me. Just call and I'll be ready. Can I ask something of you?"

"Anything" he said.

"Fuck me?"

His eyebrows furled. "I am fucking you." he said.

"No." she replied and rolled their bodies over so that he was on top. "Fuck me. Take me. It's been a while since a man has taken me."

"I may not know . . ."

"Shhh!" she admonished. "Don't comfort. Don't apologize. Don't make excuses. You have me. Just use me. Fuck me hard."

Donald started thrusting his hips at her. She pushed back to meet him. She moaned and grabbed his ass and helped increase the force of his thrusts. Her head began to rock from side to side. "Fuck me, Donald! Fuck me with your hard cock!"

Donald's hands were on either side of her to hold himself up. Her breasts were so beautiful as the shook below him. He couldn't resist, so dipped his head down and bit one of them. Rachael squealed and Donald released her tit but her hand pushed his face back down on it. Donald bit her again and she called out. "Bite me! Suck me! Use me, baby!"

Donald finally seemed to see where she was going with this. He grabbed her arms and pinned her down. Her face lit up with joy and her hips thrust up to meet him even harder. He kissed her hard, her tongue slipped instantly in his mouth. His unsure attitude had kept him in check but now he knew he was giving her what she wanted. He knew she was enjoying herself, so he let himself enjoy it, too. Moments later, he unloaded into her yet again. A look of shock came over her.

"NO!" she screamed. "Not yet!" She reached around and pulled him in as deep as she could. "Don't stop!" she gasped, but her grip was so tight that he was having problems pushing away from her in order to thrust. Her other hand slid between them and went crazy on her clit. "Please don't stop!" she pleaded, but he was already getting soft. She frantically played with her clit. "Puh . . . Pull . . . Please!" she screamed, as she bucked beneath Donald. "Aiyee! Aiyee! Aiyeeeeee!" she screamed, bucking with each yelp. Donald thought he was going to get thrown off the bed and held on to her tits for stability. Finally, she collapsed under him, breathless.

"We'll have to teach you to last a little longer." she panted.

"I'm sorry." Donald said nervously. He thought his sessions with Rachael may have just ended there.

She pulled him in and cuddle with him. "Silly. It's your first time. You'll learn, and I'll be happy to teach you. From now, on I'm yours, Donald."

"What about Kevin?" Donald asked.

She laughed. "He can fuck someone else's mother."

--

Tyson and Donald had keys to each other's places, so getting into Donald's was easy. He found the shirt in the bin in Donald's bedroom and picked it up. He had to sniff it up close to smell anything from it. His mind had gone over several ways to get the formula out of it. First, he cut the stained part of the shirt off. Then, he went into the kitchen and boiled a large pot of water. He brought the pot back to the living room and put it on the coffee table. Then he placed the shirt over the pot and let the steam rise through it while he held himself above it. When the shirt got very wet, he let the water drip off of it into a bowl. He was trying his best to both collect the dripping and keep the formula in the shirt for Donald. He didn't know what the best way to extract the formula would be. He just wanted to get some on him for now. The problem was, he had no way of knowing if this was going to work and Kara was waiting for him at his place right now.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. He wondered who could be visiting Donald this late. When he opened the door, a small cute Japanese woman stood there in a red blouse and knee-length jean skirt. A confused look came over her face and she checked the number on the door.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I was looking for Donald."

Tyson hoped his grin wasn't too obvious. "Donald is out right now but will be back any minute." He lied. "Why don't you come in and wait?"

"No, that's OK. I don't want to interrupt'"

"Nonsense!" Tyson said, dragging her in. "I'm going to be leaving soon anyway, so wait with me and when Donald gets here you can talk to him privately."

"O . . .OK" she said, although she looked around like a deer sensing a predator. Her instincts were right.

--

Rachael woke Donald up to fuck again at sunrise and introduced him to doggy style. Shortly after, she sucked his cock in the shower before coaxing him to fuck her there as well. After that, he was spent. She made him breakfast and flirted with him like a school girl the whole time. She glowed like a woman in love. Kevin entered the kitchen and she was forced to restrain her actions but kept casting playful glances at Donald and would use various excuses to touch him whenever she could.

Kevin's face showed that he knew something was up, but he didn't say anything. To get away from the situation, he told Donald that he had some errands to run and could drive him home right away. Donald accepted. Rachael's face dropped. She was obviously hoping that Donald would spend the day.

When Kevin went to grab his keys, she pushed Donald up against the wall and laid the most passionate kiss on him that he'd ever had. "Can I come to your place later?" she practically begged. "Please?"

"I've actually got to go into work today," Donald told her. "But I might call you this evening."

"Please call me, Donald," she said grabbing his cock through his pants. "I've just found you. Let me enjoy you."

"I'll call you tonight. I promise" he assured her.

She beamed, kissed him again, then reluctantly let him go.

Donald headed out to the car to find Kevin already in it with the engine running.

The drive to Donald's place was quiet with only the radio playing. Kevin finally piped up. "Mom sure seemed happy this morning."

"Yeah, I noticed." Donald agreed. "She must have slept well."

"I don't think I've ever been that happy from a good night's sleep." Kevin stated.

"Yeah . . .Well . . Maybe she has big plans today or something," Donald suggested. "I dunno. She's your mom."

"I haven't seen her this happy since she started dating her last boyfriend," Kevin told him. "That guy was a real jerk though. Used her, started spending her money and then she found out he was cheating on her the whole time."

Donald didn't know what to say to that. Was Kevin hinting at something or just giving facts?

"I just hope some jerk doesn't hurt her like that again." Kevin said and then stayed quiet for the rest of the drive.

Donald was relieved to get out of the car. If Kevin knew anything, he didn't say and not knowing seemed to be worse than just coming clean about what had happened. He went back into his building and up the elevator to his floor, remembering his run in with Mariko on the way up. He walked down the hall and entered his apartment to find his biggest surprise yet.

He was born Sundeep Gupta. His parents moved here when he was six. He went through the typical ridicule from wearing a turban and was beaten up a few times in grade school. By high school, however, he underwent a growth spurt, not only in height but girth. After breaking both the nose and arm of a kid in one brawl, he earned a great deal of respect. He also stopped wearing his turban after several long arguments with his parents, pointing out that his hair only need be kept clean and uncut according to their beliefs. From then on, he wore his hair in a long pony tail. It looked sophisticatedly sexy that way and girls loved the wild look about him when he let it out.

Sunny G, as he was now called, grew to 6'4" and had the build of a football player, although his forte was business. He had his share of women and used his family money to build a large company which was now number four in the world of colognes and perfumes. His success was not only for his talent and experience, but his instincts about people. He snatched up Dr. Donald Jacobs as soon as he was aware of his potential and Dr. Jacobs' contributions had pretty much been the basis for the company's position in the market for the past two years. For that reason, Sunny made sure Jacobs had a great salary, excellent benefits and healthy bonuses. He was not one to screw up something good. However, he was also not one to allow things to screw themselves up. To that end, Sunny had cameras and microphones secretly installed in the lab and Dr. Jacob's apartment. If the doctor ever planned on leaving, Sunny wanted to know about it as soon as he did.

This precaution had led him to the discovery of something more important than his prize employee's departure. He discovered Dr. Jacobs' pheromone project. Of course, he made no effort to stop it. He only wished he could somehow encourage it without tipping his hand. He checked the doctor's progress regularly and was impressed with how the side project didn't affect the results of the doctor's regular efforts. Recently overheard conversations between Jacobs and his friend, Tyson, revealed that Jacobs was very close, so close that he actually brought his friend in to try samples on him. That was careless, to say the least. The guards had reported it. Sunny had OK'd it. Sunny was considering having surveillance put in Tyson's apartment as well. It wouldn't be hard to find out where he lived. It might make for more entertaining visuals as well, judging by the conversation he had heard. Apparently, Tyson was a real ladies' man. Sunny had gotten a sample of the man's skills on Saturday morning. However, the big show took place on Saturday night.

Sunny watched the tapes as Tyson entered Dr. Jacobs' apartment and retrieved a soiled shirt from the garbage. Sunny recognized the shirt and chuckled to himself as he recalled the events that led to it being soiled. The peculiar thing was that Tyson was sniffing the shirt. He seemed unhappy with the results. Who wouldn't be? But, he then proceeded to steam the shirt which Sunny knew would only release the odours within in. Why would anyone want to release the odour of monkey piss? Why would they also make an effort to ensure the smell coated their body like Tyson did? The answer soon came with a knock on the door. Tyson opened it to find a small cute Japanese woman stood there in a red blouse and knee-length jean skirt, looking like a young girl on her first date. A confused look came over her face and she checked the number on the door.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I was looking for Donald."

"Donald is out right now but will be back any minute," Tyson replied. "Why don't you come in and wait?"

"No, that's OK. I don't want to interrupt"

"Nonsense!" Tyson said, dragging her in. "I'm going to be leaving soon anyway, so wait with me and when Donald gets here you can talk to him privately."

"O . . .OK" she said, although she looked around nervously.

Tyson sat her on the couch and quickly removed the evidence of his little experiment. He returned sit next to the woman who shifted away from him immediately.

"I'm Tyson, Donald's best friend," he said holding out his hand. She took hold of it with her fingers as though she didn't want to touch him.

"I am Mariko, his neighbour," she replied.

"Did you and Donald have plans?" Tyson asked.

Sunny chuckled. He had seen Tyson and Dr. Jacobs planning Jacobs' date with Carol that evening. The man was probing. Maybe he wanted to get a piece of ass.

"No," Mariko answered. "I just dropped by to say hello."

"It's a little late just to say 'hello' Mariko," Tyson stated. "What did you really drop by for?"

"That IS why," Mariko insisted. "and even if it wasn't, it wouldn't be your concern."

She rose and Tyson grabbed her arm and pulled her back down to the couch. "I didn't mean to offend you," he apologized. "I don't want you to think I'm not a nice man. Do you think I'm a nice man?"

Mariko sat there seemingly unsure of what to do or say. The fear in her eyes seemed to change to curiousity.

"I think . . .Yes . . .If you are Donald's friend, you must be nice." she said

"And you should be nice to Donald's friends, shouldn't you?" Tyson prompted

"Yes," Mariko answered, the curiousity now gone from her eyes and replaced with something more feral. "I should be nice to his friends."

"How nice?" Tyson asked.

"As nice as I can," she answered.

"What the fuck is this?" Sunny thought. "She was ready to bolt a second ago and now she looks like she'd suck his cock if he asked," Then it clicked. "That shirt, it's coated with the formula!"

Tyson stood up and unzipped his pants. Mariko's eyes widened when she saw his cock which was well over twice the size of her husband's. Tyson moved in front of her so it hung before her face.

"I think it would be nice if you sucked my cock, Mariko." Tyson insisted.

Mariko reached out and grabbed hold of it. She rolled it in her hands with fascination. Her fingers slid along its shaft exploring and caressing it. A drop of precum escaped the tip which she grabbed between her thumb and forefinger and gazed at, closing and separating her fingers.

"I said suck, Mariko," Tyson reminded her.

She whispered "Yes, Tyson," and put the tip into her mouth.

"Now this is what I'm talkin' about!" Sunny exclaimed. "Suck it bitch. Suck that black cock, you Japanese ho!"

Mariko's head slid back and forth taking a little more of Tyson's cock in each time. Sunny switched to a different camera for a better shot of the action. "Interactive porn!" he laughed.

Mariko was so small that Sunny was sure that she couldn't suck all of Tyson's cock. She could barely get her mouth around the head. She had both her tiny hands around his shaft and the head was fully clear of her fingers.

"Lick me," Tyson ordered. Mariko immediately licked his shaft and his balls. Her eyes kept looking up at Tyson's face to make sure he was enjoying her work. Tyson grunted with appreciation. He couldn't help admiring the slim woman and her delicate fingers. Soon, she was sucking his cock again, getting about four inches of it into her mouth this time. She choked every now and then as she tried to take more in. Tyson decided to let her off the hook and pulled her off his cock.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Mariko?" he asked her.

She nodded furiously, "Yes, please yes!"

"Have you ever fucked a black man before?"

"No, I've only ever had sex my husband," she said meekly.

Tyson grabbed her hand and placed it back around his cock. "Does he have a cock like this?"

She shook her head, "No, not even close." She was transfixed on it, causing an evil grin to spread across Tyson's face.

"Is he a good lover?" he asked, already almost sure of answer.

"No. He just makes love to me until he's done and then rolls off."

"So you don't cum very often?"

"He's never made me cum," she admitted, turning red in the process.

"Not even when he licks you?" Tyson asked.

She looked up at him suddenly with both surprise and hope in her eyes. "He has never licked me. He only makes me suck him on occasion."

Tyson lifted her like she weighed nothing and laid her on the coffee table. He pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties off. Mariko lay still for him. "Let's get you that orgasm," he said as he put his face between her legs.

Sunny expected her to start bucking at once, but Tyson took his time. He licked her thighs first, slowly, moving closer and closer to her pussy lips. She let quiet sounds escape while holding on to her skirt to keep it off his head.

Sunny had to switch between the overhead camera and one on a nearby bookshelf to see the action properly. He was glad they had a zoom feature.

--

Tyson continued to tease Mariko with is tongue. Her movements were very slight and he wouldn't know if she was enjoying herself if not her breathing and moaning. His tongue finally stroked Mariko's labia from bottom to top touching her clit briefly. She gasped and her hips bucked. "I'm sorry!" she said before settling down. His tongue circled her clit a few times and then dipped down and entered her cunt briefly. She bucked again and followed with "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Tyson stopped and lifted his head up to talk to her. "Would you mind telling me just what the fuck you're apologizing for?"

Mariko blushed again. "I know it is the man's duty to give pleasure and the woman's to be still and take it."

"Who the fuck told you that?" Tyson asked in disbelief.

"My mother," she answered

"Your poor fuckin' father!" Tyson exclaimed shaking his head. "It's a wonder you were even born!"

She looked at him curiously. He shoved his thumb up her cunt quickly. "Oh!" she called out as her hips lifted off the table. "I'm sorry!"

"Shut the fuck up with that 'I'm sorry' stuff!" Tyson ordered. "I am going to fuck you in a moment and when I do, I want you active and vocal. I want you to move your body the way that brings you the most pleasure and don't worry about whether I'm enjoying myself because, trust me Bitch, anything that feels better for you feels better for me. Got that?"

"Yes Tyson," she said submissively.

"And I don't want to hear 'I'm sorry' again tonight. If you say anything it should be along the lines of 'Oh god', 'Fuck me', 'Tyson you're so good' and my favourite 'I'm cumming.'"

"Yes Tyson . . .I'm sor-" she caught herself. "I'll do my best, but I've never talked like that in bed."

"Have fun with it. You'll like it. Trust me."

"Yes Tyson." She did trust him. She didn't know why. She didn't know him. What was wrong with her? This was the second stranger who she had carnal interests in. This was all wrong but she couldn't help herself. She needed this man. She'd do anything to make sure he wanted her . . .Anything.

"Now let me finish up here," he was saying, "and, just for the fun of it, try not to move until I fuck you." With that, his head disappeared between her legs again.

"But you said . . ." was all she could get out before his tongue attacked her clit while two fingers slid into her pussy and fucked her hard. "OOHH!" she screamed as her hips bucked again.

Her body wasn't used to this kind of pleasure. She writhed beneath his mouth. Part of her wanted to get away as her pleasure centers went into overload while the other part pushed her hips into his hungry mouth. "Oh my God! Tyson! I can't!" and then the orgasm hit her. Her mind went over his choices of things to say and although "I'm cumming" was most appropriate she found herself scream "FUCK ME!" It shocked her since she normally didn't swear at all.

"I think you're ready for me now," Tyson said, lifting her off the table and placing her on the floor. "Remember, let your body do whatever it wants to increase the pleasure."

She looked up at him and nodded. She was a little scared because of the size of him, but she wanted him more than she'd wanted any man, even Donald. "Donald!" she realized. She came here for Donald and now she was fucking his friend. She'd become a cheap whore. She didn't know if she could live with herself after this.

She felt him push inside her. She clenched her teeth. "He's so big!" Her pussy was slick from cumming but it was still difficult to take him all in. Finally the head popped in. She shut her eyes tight and grabbed hold of his arms. It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. He stopped moving and let her adjust to him. She wanted it to end. She didn't want it to stop.

"You OK?" he asked.

She nodded, gripping him tightly and keeping her eyes closed. He pushed in farther. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit into his chest but, at the same time, she brought her hips up to him, taking more of him in. She began to whimper, but her hips started to pulse slowly. Tyson pulled out a little and her eyes shot open. She thought he was going to pull out. She was about to complain when he pushed back in, going deeper. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. He pulled back again and she braced herself. Another thrust and over half of him was in. She had broken into a sweat. Tyson thrust and lightning seemed to shoot through her body. It happened twice more before he buried himself to the hilt with a massive push. "GODDDDD!" she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her. "Oh God Tyson! You're so big!"

"Hang on," he said confidently as he began to fuck her.

She did as he told her. Her hips came up to meet his. Her hands roamed his body. She even touched herself through her top. She had never felt such pleasure and soon she came again. "Tysoooooooon!" she squealed. She remembered what else her said and self-consciously tried out a "Fuck me, Tyson." He responded with an extra hard thrust. "Fuck me!" she said louder and his cock seemed to sink farther than before. "Yes! Oh God, yes! Fuck me with your big cock!"

Part of her couldn't believe what was coming out of her mouth, but he responded to it, so she kept screaming obscenities while beginning to enjoy it very much. She felt another orgasm building when suddenly Tyson's cock expanded inside her. She didn't think she could contain him. She tried to inhale but her lungs didn't seem to work. She slapped his back in some distant hope that it would cause him to shrink. She spread her legs as wide as she could, praying that it might help. Then the orgasm hit her like a truck. Instead of giving him room, her cunt contracted on his cock and she came again. She felt his cum filling her and she came yet again. She had just discovered orgasms and now she was having a multiple. All thoughts of what she was doing being wrong were gone now. There was only the need to please this man so that he would do that to her forever.

Tyson lay on her for a while. She twitched every now and then from micro-orgasms as her body settled down. She kissed his chest and wanted to kiss him on the mouth but he was so big that his head was out of reach. Finally, he pulled himself out of her. She didn't expect such an intense feeling of loss. She got that kiss she wanted which had passion in it that she hadn't felt since her husband was courting her. Tyson stood up. She moved to follow but he stopped her.

"Clean me up," he ordered. She was shocked. His cock hung in front of her covered in both her cum and his.

"That's disgusting!" she thought, but she saw the serious look in his eyes. Her head seemed a little clearer now. It was like her need for him had suddenly diminished. OK, so she had just acted unfaithfully. He still shouldn't treat her like a cheap slut. She shook her head. Without warning, his hand grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth onto his cock. She pushed back against his legs but he was too strong. She gagged on him, despite the fact that he was now soft, as he fucked her face. "You fucking asshole!" she thought. "How could I have wanted a man who would do this to a woman?"

She struggled to get free, but he was easily twice her size and several times stronger. Then, his cock began to grow. She began to panic at the thought of it growing to full size again while that far in her mouth when something else changed. The need began to resurface. She went from fear to anticipation in less than a minute. Tyson released her head when her hands came up to stroke his cock. Just as she was really enjoying herself he pulled her off himself and stood her up. They kissed again. Tyson turned her around and slapped her ass. "Go into the bedroom and strip," he ordered. She ran out of the room almost tearing her clothes off as she went.

Tyson followed her in long confident strides. She was lying on the bed, naked when he entered the room. "What are you doing?" he asked.

A confused look came over her face. "I'm ready for you," she answered.

"Not like that," he said. "Get on your hands and knees and with your ass the edge of the bed."

"OK, but I've never made love like that before."

"We're not making love, Mariko, we're fucking. Say that."

"We're fucking." Mariko said as she got into position for him.

Tyson walked up behind her, stroking his cock to keep it hard and put the tip at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed back against him as soon as she felt it, but he moved back as well. She turned to look at him. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing." He smiled and pressed his cock against her again. When she pushed back, he pulled away again.

"Tyson, please put your penis in me," she said.

"My cock," he corrected.

"Put your cock in me," she said.

"And?" he prompted

"And?" she echoed. "And . . .Fuck me. Please fuck me, Tyson."

With that, he rammed his cock all the way into her.

"Fuck!" she screamed, after which she buried her face in the sheets to scream some more. Tyson began to pound her hard and gave her ass the occasional slap. She barely noticed the slaps. She was lost in a euphoric world as his cock brought on orgasm after orgasm. Her head came back up and she moaned, calling out obscenities that heightened the experience for her and spurred Tyson on. She didn't know sex could be like this. She might have gone the rest of her life not knowing and being content, but the last few days had changed all of that. She would do anything to have this man keep fucking her.

Sunny was impressed with Tyson. The man knew how to take control and fuck a woman. He had an impressive tool, too, although Sunny knew he was even bigger. He had his own cock out and was jacking off to the images. He had a great view of the action from in front of Mariko, where he could see the ecstasy in her face. Something in the background caught his attention though and he switched to one of the living room cameras. The front door opened and Sunny waited for Dr. Jacobs to walk in and see the action. Only it wasn't Dr. Jacobs. It was Carol. She looked sexy as hell, but she also looked nervous and unsure. She heard the noise coming from the bedroom and moved quietly to have a look. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it wasn't Jacobs and almost snuck back out, but her curiousity seemed to take hold. She watched as the big black man fucked the shit of little Asian woman. It wasn't long before her hand went under her skirt and she played with herself.

Sunny knew Carol well. This wasn't like her at all. The pheromones had affected her too. The formula was better than he had hoped. He wondered how long it lasted.

Mariko screamed as a huge orgasm took hold of her. Tyson yanked his cock out and swung her around to suck on it. She was in a daze as he did, just letting him guide her body. Then, she saw the strange woman in the door and froze. Tyson turned to see what she was looking at to find a sexy brunette with her eyes closed, her mouth open and her hand up her dress.

"Carol," he smiled as he walked over and grabbed her. Her eyes opened wide with fear at being discovered, but she didn't run. Tyson threw her on the bed, just missing Mariko. He then grabbed her by the legs and pulled her to him, pushing her dress up out of the way. He reached for her panties, but she wasn't wearing any. So he just lifted her legs over his shoulders and sunk his cock into her dripping cunt. Her arms flailed about at the invasion and she cried out "Oh God!" but made no effort to get away from him.

He began to fuck her and she screamed out "Yes! Fuck me you bastard! Ram my pussy hard!"

Sunny sat with his mouth open, staring at the screen. "This is Carol behind closed doors? I should have put cameras in her place a long time ago!"

Mariko's face was coated with worry and fear. "But Tyson, what about me?" she asked.

"Pull her dress off," Tyson ordered. "Now!"

Mariko hurriedly did as she was told and then removed her bra when he yelled again. Carol's body was, for lack of a better word, perfect. She was toned without being muscular. Her breasts were round and large, but not oversized for her body. Her skin was flawless wherever you looked. Even a sexy tattoo would spoil this vision. Her squirming in throws of passion made her undeniably irresistible. Tyson reached up and squeezed one of her breasts. She looked up at him and licked her lips.

"Fuck me, Tyson," Mariko begged. "I need you in me."

"Shut up, Bitch!" Tyson barked. There was hurt in Mariko's eyes. "Do you want to make me happy?"

"Yes, I'll do anything," she replied.

"Straddle her face so she can lick your pussy," he told her.

Both girls looked at him in shock. It was obvious that neither of them had done anything like that before. Mariko hesitated, but did as she was told. She was almost immediately glad that she did. Her face lit up as Carol licked her clit and shoved her tongue up her cunt. Carol didn't really know what she was doing but licked based on what she liked to feel.

"Oh, yes!" Mariko moaned. She remembered what Tyson had said and shifted her hips on Carol's face. Carol's muffled squeals could be heard from inside Mariko's pussy. Tyson was getting close but he wanted to try another position before he came. He held on until Mariko grabbed Carol's tits, squeezed them hard and screamed as she came. Carol responded to it and her legs wrapped around Tyson's neck and squeezed. Tyson yanked his cock free and got on the bed. He had Mariko sit on his cock while Carol sat on his face. Both girls gyrated their hips on him but Mariko seemed to go nuts. She had wanted to try this position and now that she had such a big cock in her, she fucked it for all she was worth.

Sunny watched the two women. Carol moved with slow sensuous motions and had a seductive, mesmerizing look to her. Mariko was crazed and out of control with a lusty look that made Sunny's balls contract. He wanted to fuck them both. His cum shot out across his table. A few drops made it to the monitor. He quickly got up and grabbed a cloth from the kitchen to wipe up the mess up. When he was done, the girls had gotten off of Tyson and were giving him a double blow job. His cum sprayed over their faces. He ordered them to lick it all up and kiss. They dutifully obeyed him. The three of them eventually fell asleep in the bed.

Sunny fast-forwarded to the morning. They were still comfortably, wrapped in each others' arms and legs. The front door opened again and this time it WAS Dr. Jacobs. He sniffed the air curiously before spotting some clothes on floor. He sighed and shook his head, figuring it was Tyson and a girl almost immediately. He walked quietly to the bedroom and looked in to see who Tyson had nailed this time. When he saw Carol his face went white.

"What the fuck is this?" he yelled. The three on the bed all woke suddenly and tried to get their bearings. "I go out for one night and you fuck my woman?!"

Tyson looked at Jacobs in shock. Then, he turned and looked at Carol and his eyes went wide. Sunny knew that Tyson knew Carol. He'd met her on visits to the lab and company functions that Jacobs had brought him to. This look on his face seemed to suggest that he was realizing she was there for the first time. Only that didn't make sense.

"Get out!" Jacobs yelled. "Get the hell out of my house!"

All three of them grabbed what clothes they could.

"Donny, this isn't what it looks like," Tyson said and then corrected himself. "I mean, it is, but it isn't. Donny, you know I would never do your girl behind your back."

"Then I guess this is all just a bad dream," Jacobs hissed. "and I'll wake up any second!" He pretended to wait for a few seconds. "Nope. Guess not."

"Bro, just listen to me," Tyson pleaded.

"I don't ever want to see you again!" Jacobs told him. He turned to address the girls as well. "I don't ever want to see any of you."

They moved reluctantly into the hallway, half-dressed. The doc slammed the door behind them. He leaned against it and looked around his place that had become a sex emporium for the night. Then he began to cry.

"Pussy," Sunny said as he watched. Well, this would only serve to keep Jacobs exactly where he was. That was good. He made a mental note to make sure the doctor knew that Carol would be fired before him if they couldn't work together any more.

Sunny fast-forwarded through an hour of crying and self-pity before Jacobs' focus turned to the soiled shirt in his kitchen. He picked it up, then grabbed the metal trash bin from his office and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. Next, he fetched a lighter in the kitchen. Holding the shirt over the can, he lit the lighter.

"NOOOOOO!" Sunny yelled, holding his arms out to try and stop the madness. The gesture might have had more affect if he wasn't watching a video.

Jacobs stood there staring at the shirt and the flame, his face wet with tears, anger in his eyes. Sunny sat on the edge of his chair staring at the doctor. "Don't do it, Jacobs," he warned. "Don't be a fool!" He wanted to reach into the monitor and shake some sense into the man. Instead, he grabbed the remote. "Better to fast-forward and end it quick," he thought. Before he could, Jacobs' expression changed. A slight smirk appeared on his face. He put out the lighter and stormed out of the place with the shirt. Sunny sighed and fell back into the couch. Jacobs was going back to the lab, Sunny knew. He was going to extract the formula and figure out a way to get revenge using it. That's what Sunny would have done. Sunny wiped sweat from his brow. "If only regular TV was this riveting!"

Sunny wanted that formula badly, but he knew he had to wait. Then, a memory of the events flashed into his head. He rewound the tape and viewed it again to make sure. Tyson had let the drippings from the shirt fall into a bowl. When Mariko came in, he moved that bowl along with the steaming pot into the kitchen. The bowl was still there. The formula in it had to be watered down, but it could be usable. There was only one way to know for sure. He grabbed his car keys and set out for Dr. Jacobs' apartment.

--

Kevin left Donald's apartment with determination is his mind. He had some friends that could get him what he needed and he needed it for tonight. He remembered how this started last night. He lay in bed, frustrated. He hated the way his friends had ogled his mother and he hated how she had flirted with them even more. It wasn't anger at the inappropriateness of it. It was jealousy. Kevin wasn't blind. His mother was one of the sexiest women he'd ever known. He'd grown up with men coming on to her constantly. His friends from high school, university, work - anyone who had seen her - would comment on her beauty. It wasn't long into puberty that Kevin began to look at her the way other guys did. This only served to make his life more frustrating than he could imagine. He was her little boy and, as such, she was never shy around him. She thought nothing of walking around the house in next to nothing, if not nothing, when only the two of them were home. When she had dates, she would model different outfits for him (changing right in front of him) to decide which was best for the evening. After she left for the date, he would rush to his room and jack off furiously to thoughts of fucking her. He'd even peeked in her room a few times to see her masturbate. He would jack his cock off while watching then rush into the bathroom and cum into the toilet. He'd never seen her fuck. She never brought men home for the night. She didn't think it was appropriate with her son there unless it was something long term. So far the men didn't last more than a few weeks. That pissed Kevin off, too. How could men be so blind as to not see what a wonderful person she was? They all seemed to try and use her for money or sex and ignore her as a person. Kevin would never do that. The problem was he would never get the chance.

When he heard his mom walk past his room, his instincts immediately told him that something was up. He wasn't sure what, though, so he got up and quietly followed her down the hall and down the stairs to the wing with the guest rooms.

"She's just going to check on Donald," he told himself. She always worried too much about the comfort of their houseguests. When their relatives came over on holidays, she did her best to make sure the place was spotless at all times, even though everyone told her to relax.

She got to Donald's room and knocked quietly. She waited a while and knocked again. Finally, she opened the door and went inside. Kevin crept up to the doorway and peeked inside. His mother stood over Donald's sleeping body, staring down at him. Donald was naked. The sheets covered his body from his knees down. One hand was on his cock and the other held a wad of tissues. She smiled and it reminded Kevin of the way she used to smile at him when she put him down to sleep. It was that "My precious baby" look. She let her robe drop to the floor then carefully removed Donald's hand from his cock. She held his cock gently in her hands and glanced up toward his face. Slowly, she lowered her head and began to lick his shaft.

Donald barely stirred, but his cock began to grow. Kevin's mom smiled at the results and she put more effort into it. Soon, she sucked the whole thing into her mouth. Kevin realized that his hand was on his own cock and slowly stroking it. "His cock is way smaller than mine!" he thought jealously as he watched his mother expertly pleasure his friend. She sucked him for a minute or so before her position got uncomfortable, so she climbed onto the bed, straddled his legs at the shins and resumed the blow job. This blocked Kevin's view of the action but gave him a clear shot at his mother's ass and pussy. His hand pumped faster when her fingers appeared between her legs and played with her clit. It was all he could do not to rush in and shove his face into her pussy.

Donald moaned softly in the bed, but still didn't wake up. Kevin saw his mom's head pop up and disappear from behind her muscular ass. He heard her moan from the pleasure she was giving herself. Her fingers worked faster and so did Kevin's. She slipped three of them inside her pussy and her hips gyrated on them. The whole bed began to shift. Finally she jammed her fingers in her cunt hard and her head flew up, her beautiful locks hovering momentarily in the air. She made a soft but high pitched squeal and Kevin knew she just came. His hand worked furiously and he coated the inside of his pajamas with cum.

"Shit!" he whispered.

Meanwhile his mother climbed up Donald's body. "I need you in me now!" she said and lowered her pussy onto his hard cock. A moment later, her negligee came off and flew onto the floor. Her big tits bounced as she lifted herself up and down on Donald. Kevin cursed that he only had the view from behind. Then, it was as if some passion switch went off inside her. She started bucking wildly and cried out "Oh God . . .Donald . . .Fuck me!"

Despite having cum and his pants being slick and sticky, Kevin started jacking off again. He was mesmerized by the site of his friend's cock disappearing into his mother's pussy over and over. His mom squeezed her own ass with both hands before one of her hands disappeared around front. He knew she was frigging herself. Kevin wanted to grab that ass himself.

"Oh, I needed this so much!" she moaned. He'd never seen her like this. If he doubted his longings for her before, they would have vanished right then.

"Wake up!" she yelled. "Wake up and fuck me, Donald!"

"Rachael!" Donald exclaimed suddenly and with that, she lowered her body down on top of him. Donald reached up and grabbed her tits and she loved it. He fondled her for a while before she pushed herself up off him and placed her hands on his chest. Her back arched and she let out a loud almost banshee wail. She was cumming again. Kevin thought she had never looked more beautiful.

When she was done, she collapsed on top of Donald, squishing her tits into his body. "Ooooooohhhhhhh . . .Thank you Donald," she sighed before kissing him. That was when the jealousy rose strongly in Kevin. The fucking was one thing but kissing was intimate and he didn't like seeing his mother being intimate with anyone. He almost burst in right then but then how would he explain himself, especially with his pants full of cum?

They were talking now, whispering to each other like lovers. Kevin needed to know what they were saying but couldn't get any closer.

Finally his mom exclaimed, "Oh . . .My . . .God . . .You're a . . .WERE a virgin!" She pushed up and sat on him looking around. She spotted her robe on the floor, quickly scooped it up and covered up her tits. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to . . .Please don't hate me."

Kevin snickered to himself. "Donald was still a virgin at thirty! At least I had the sense to fuck a hooker at nineteen!"

They talked some more until his mom's hips began to pulse. She squeezed her breasts together. Her hands moved up, lifted her hair and let it fall gracefully on her shoulders. "How long have you wanted to fuck me, Donald?" Kevin heard her ask.

The response and conversation after became too quiet again. She continued to grind into him as they talked. Suddenly, they rolled over so that Donald was on top. He started thrusting his hips at her. She pushed back to meet him. She moaned and grabbed his ass and helped increase the force of his thrusts. Her head began to rock from side to side. "Fuck me, Donald! Fuck me with your hard cock!"

Donald's hands were on either side of her to hold himself up. Kevin wished he didn't have a view of Donald's ass. He wanted to be above his mom, looking down on as she moaned with pleasure. She squealed unexpectedly, prompting Kevin to push the door open and take a step in to help her. Then, she called out. "Bite me! Suck me! Use me, baby!"

Kevin rushed back out and resumed his crouched vigil. However, there was now cum on the door where his hand had touched it. He quickly wiped it off with his shirt. While he was checking to make sure he got it all, his mom screamed, "NO!"

Kevin went on alert again, popping up and banging his head on the doorknob. "Not yet!" she continued while reaching around Donald and pulling him in to her.

"Don't stop!" she gasped. Donald seemed to have lost his rhythm and was struggling on top of her. "Please don't stop!" she pleaded. "Puh . . . Pull . . . Please!" she pleaded as she bucked beneath him. "Aiyee! Aiyee! Aiyeeeeee!" she screamed, bucking with each yelp. Donald fought to stay on top of her body. Finally, she collapsed under him, breathless.

"We'll have to teach you to last a little longer," she panted.

"I'm sorry," Donald said nervously.

She pulled him in and cuddled with him. "Silly. It's your first time. You'll learn, and I'll be happy to teach you. From now, on I'm yours, Donald."

"What about Kevin?" Donald asked.

She laughed. "He can fuck someone else's mother."

With that, Kevin was gone. He stormed down the halls back to his room. He was pissed at her for that remark and wanted to make her pay for it. He had to show her somehow that she should be wishing that he would fuck her. He knew he could do a better job than Donald had just done. Maybe if he tied her up and shoved his cock in her, she'd realize it's what she's always needed. Maybe he could get her drunk or slip her some E.

"I'm yours, Donald? What the fuck was that?" he huffed. When he got to his room, he changed his pants but kept the dirty pair close. He got in bed and jacked off to the different ways he could seduce his mother and came all over his dirty pants again.

He used a lot of restraint the next morning. He heard them flirting in the kitchen before he walked in and he wanted to throw Donald out of the car when he took him home. "The man fucks my mom and I have to drive him home? How does that make sense?"

Now he drove to Jose's place. Jose had weed, E, blow, you name it. He never thought he would resort to drugging his mom so he could fuck her but, God damn it, if Donald can get a piece of that and he can't!

--

Tyson arrived home and saw Kara's purse still on the table by the door.

"Fuck," he thought. "I forgot about her."

He walked into his bedroom to find her sleeping peacefully, cuddling up in Nancy's arms.

"What the fuck!" he exclaimed.

Nancy woke up and stared at him for a moment as her mind came into focus. A big smile came over her. "Finally," she said. "I hope you had a good night. We did."

"It started well . . .Ended shitty," Tyson said. "That seems to be the trend nowadays."

"Let's talk about it in the shower," she suggested.

Tyson was still in a daze from what happened at Donald's. He was fraught with guilt, but also numb. When the two naked girls got up and walked to the bathroom, his cock twitched. He needed to feel something good right now, so he followed them in.

Soon, Tyson and the girls were wet and lathered. Tyson's hard-on was evident and the girls giggled at it but didn't touch him except to wash his back. Tyson kept touching them but they pulled away, as if they wanted to keep things very much only business. What business, Tyson didn't know.

"So what happened to you last night?" Nancy asked him.

"I had some trouble with Donny," he told her. It wasn't exactly a lie.

"Girl trouble?" she asked.

"Yeah, and it's pretty bad."

"I see," she said bluntly.

"When did you get here?" Tyson asked Nancy as he tried to lather her breasts. She turned giving him access to her back instead and took the opportunity to soap Kara's tits.

"About an hour after you left," she answered. "Poor Kara was bored silly and half asleep on the couch."

Kara giggled at that. Tyson looked at the two girls. He couldn't decide who was sexier. Nancy was of Portuguese decent. Kara was Pilipino. Nancy was slightly taller than Kara, with a bigger ass and much smaller tits. But Nancy's ass was solid and she had muscular legs and a flat tummy. Kara's ass, though sexy, got its shape from genetics not gym. She had a bit of a belly on her as well. Her tits were enormous for a girl her size and seemed to be buoyant, trying to rise in the air despite their immensity. Nancy had a confidence about her that attracted Tyson fiercely. She also carried a mischievous look in her eyes almost constantly. Tyson had already discovered that mischief was her nature. Kara, on the other hand, was well aware of her sexual appeal and seemed to use it like a weapon. Every moment was engineered to induce a response from any man looking at her. Nancy's brown curls lengthened under the water to become almost as long as Kara's straight black hair. Both girls sported tattoos. Kara had a black ink design stretching out along her lower back. Nancy had a cartoon baby duck on her ass that looked at you with the same mischievous grin Nancy would give you if she was facing you.

"So you entertained her?" Tyson prompted.

"You could say that," Nancy replied. "Would you like to see how I entertained her?"

Tyson didn't reply. He just raised an eyebrow.

"Rinse off and we'll show you," she said.

They made their way back to the living room. Nancy grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and sat it in the middle of the room. "Sit here," she ordered.

Tyson realized that he was really going to get a show, so he sat. All of them were still naked and the girls were still a bit wet, their hair soaked. This only enhanced their appeal. When he sat down, Nancy dropped between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. "First let's get your attention," she said between licks.

Kara came up behind him and rubbed her hands over his body. Nancy impressed him by sucking him off with just her head. Kara's hands caressed his arms and he let her guide them down beside him. Suddenly, she pulled them back and Nancy slipped his balls into her mouth. "Hnnd Mmvvd" she mumbled.

"Huh?" Tyson asked and then felt her teeth on his nuts.

"She said don't move," Kara told him. In less than a minute, Kara tied his hands behind and to the chair while Nancy secured his legs to the chair's legs while keeping him prisoner in her mouth. She gave him a long lick when she was done.

"Now," she said wiping her mouth, "We'll show you what happened last night . . .Or a reasonable facsimile."

The girls stood in front of him and made out. It was sensual, not aggressive, but they still displayed a strong desire for each other. Nancy bent her head down and sucked Kara's tits. They seemed to be as sensitive as they were gigantic. Kara threw her wet hair back as she gripped Nancy's butt tightly. Nancy's hair clung to both her skin and Kara's as she licked and sucked the horny girl's breasts. Each of them would periodically glance over at Tyson and smile. His cock was at attention and needed more of it.

Nancy finally rose up and kissed Kara again only this time Kara was hungry for her. Her tongue shot into Nancy's mouth. Her arms gripped Nancy's body tightly. Nancy reached down and slid her fingers between Kara's legs and the intensity of kiss increased. Kara had to finally break away so she could moan out loud.

Nancy was definitely the one in control. She pushed Kara onto the couch, but made her sit on the back with her legs on the seat. Nancy knelt on the cushions and licked the girl's pussy. Kara bit her lower lip and held onto both the couch and Nancy's head. She tried her best to maintain eye contact with Tyson, but occasionally shut her eyes tightly because of what Nancy was putting her through. Tyson's cock was like steel. He wanted to get up and shove it into Nancy's beautiful ass while kissing Kara.

Finally Kara screamed "Oh God! I'm cumming!" making Nancy's head move a bit faster before Kara pushed it hard into her cunt

When Kara came down from her high, Nancy looked back toward Tyson. "She fell off the back last night." She winked. Kara blushed.

Kara attacked Nancy then, pushing her onto her back on the couch and embracing her in a lust-filled kiss, obviously eager to return the favour just granted. Kara seemed to want to devour her lover. She squeezed her tits and alternated between licking one nipple and then the other. Nancy eventually took control again, turning to face away from Kara. She kneeled and placed her arms on the armrest while raising her ass into Kara's face. Kara grabbed her ass and buried her face in it, licking both her pussy and her anus. Nancy's familiar cat sounds soon emanated from her throat. Three of Kara's fingers then forced their way into Nancy's pussy while Kara's tongue reached as far up her ass as it could. Nancy lost it. "Oh fuck Kara!" she screamed. "I love your tongue! Fuck me! Fuck me baby!"

Nancy squealed and then seemed to try and tear the armrest off the couch. "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" she called out before collapsing. She panted heavily as she looked back at Kara. "You horny little Bitch, come here."

Kara eagerly came to her, sharing Nancy's juices with her in another lip lock. By now, the room smelled of sex and Tyson's cock ached like crazy.

The girls sat on the floor in front of him next, facing each other with their legs overlapping. Each one reached out to the other's clit and played with it. At first, they both looked at Tyson with a look of evil, but soon he was forgotten. They focused on each other and there was only lust and need between them. Each supported herself with arm while pleasing the other girl with her other arm. The mutual masturbation scene was one of the more erotic things Tyson had ever seen. They seemed to be talking in moans, one then the other, getting louder and more forceful which each "word". Finally, they actually did speak.

"Oh God! I'm close!" Nancy told Kara.

"M . . .Me too!" Kara groaned.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" Nancy asked.

"Oh God yes! I'm almost there. Harder!" Kara begged

Nancy complied which made Kara increase her efforts as well. "Fuck! Yes! Do it baby!"

They synced up their movements and sounds at that moment. "Uh . . . Uh . . .UH! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" Both of their heads leaned back as they screamed at the ceiling. Tyson could see the hand of each girl clamp down on the clit and cunt of the other. He was closing to cumming right then without anyone touching him. The girls collapsed in toward each other. Their kissing resumed, but gentler and more affectionate. They both shook from time to time as well, but held onto each other for comfort. Finally, they turned and looked at Tyson.

"That's what you missed." Nancy smirked.

"I'm really sorry about that," Tyson said, hearing his voice crack a little.

The girls got up and got dressed. Nancy came up in front of him and put her face a few inches from his. "The next time you tell a girl you'll be right back, you'd better come right back," she warned. "I don't know who you ended up fucking and I don't care, but you don't walk in smelling of sex and think you can get away with an 'I was helping my friend' excuse."

Tyson blushed.

"I'll come by later if you don't manage to free yourself," she said, standing up. "Kara and I are going for brunch and then I have to do a shift." The girls walked to the door. Tyson heard it open but couldn't see it. He heard Nancy one last time. "I like you, Tyson, and we WILL be fucking again, but pull a stunt like this with me or any other woman while I'm around and next time you won't get off so easy.

Tyson heard the door close and sat in silence. He really did deserve this. He deserved worse for what he did to Donald. "Why the hell did you fuck Carol?" he asked himself "Well, she was standing there playing with herself. She obviously wanted a piece of the action. No, that's not true. It was the pheromones and you know it. It was up to you to make the rational decisions and you thought with your dick. Now, you may have lost your best friend over a piece of ass."

He looked around the room and then at his deflating cock.

"You got off easy with the girls. They could have done much worse." He thought, then suddenly realized that he had to pee.

Natalie sat in the patio chair in her ripped jean shorts and yellow tube top, sipping her Iced Tea while her friends stared at her in shock. She scanned their faces while they thought of how to react to her story. Immediately to her left, in red and black bikini which was partially hidden by a matching wrap around her waist, was Faith. A Caribbean woman with smooth oil black skin that had a shine to it, Faith was the tallest of the group (nearly 6') and the most forward. If they had a leader, it would either be Faith or Natalie. The position seemed to vary based on the situations they were in. Natalie led them happily into trouble and Faith led them faithfully out. Faith's long soft black curls were a direct contrast to Natalie's short brown hair that hugged her face spiked up at the front, just as Natalie's milk chocolate skin contrasted her interracial parentage with Faith's pure Jamaican folks. Both girls were well developed: Natalie had large breasts and a round hard ass that gave her an almost Anime girl figure; Faith was thicker with large thighs, a big black bootie and tits that could knock a man out. At her size, if Faith lost about 30 pounds, her body would rival Natalie's, but Faith didn't care. The extra weight didn't stop her from getting a man whenever she wanted, and it let her eat whatever she wanted too. Natalie dieted dedicatedly to maintain her figure.

Next to Faith was Jessicca, blonde, slim with what she called her "ittie bittie titties" and no ass to speak of. A couple guys in the past had even commented that it was almost concave. Jessicca was the sports nut of the group. She kept her hair short, about 2 inches in length, so it wouldn't get in the way and she hardly ever wore makeup. You wouldn't notice her from behind. You might even mistake her for a skinny guy. To look at her face would crush any such notion. She looked like an angel with hazel eyes with gold flecks that were almost hypnotic. Her nose was upturned and her mouth seemed to always pout. She was most attractive when she was lost in thought and her eyes got that far away look. Jessicca refused to believe that she had power over men despite reactions she got and the words of her friends. She just saw the skinny tomboy she had been since childhood.

Amber was next with red wavy locks - exemplifying her name - that ran down to her shoulders. An inch taller than Jess, Amber was 5'9" when she stood, with blue eyes, chubby cheeks that dimpled and freckled skin that didn't seem capable of tanning. She was cursed with a cylindrical body in that her breasts came out as much as her stomach and her ass melded into her thick thighs. Amber was cute when she smiled, but only when she smiled, which was probably why she did it so often. With a lollipop in her mouth, she could even be sexy. Despite this or perhaps because of it, she was a slut. It didn't take much for a man to get her on her knees sucking his cock. Amber was also a natural submissive, though not a part of the BDSM scene. A forceful man could make her do just about anything.

Lastly there was Quynh. Quynh was a force of nature: purebred Hawaiian and only 4'10". She had the tits and ass of Faith with jet black hair reached her butt. Men often wonder why she didn't fall forward from the size of her breasts. Quynh was cute, but not many men saw that. They saw large buoyant 40 D's and round firm ass in a compact package that implied a tight little cunt (which was the truth). Her body just ached to be tried out. The problem was that men ONLY wanted to try her out. "I'll call you" was the most common phrase she heard from men, which was a shame because Quynh was the sweetest of the group, treated her men like kings and would never cheat on her lover. Another consequence of her body was that large cocks simply wouldn't fit in her. Six inches width and average girth gave her a stretch. Seven inches became painful.

"Girl, I must have heard you wrong because that made no sense to me whatsoever," Faith finally piped up. "You say you found the fat ugly one so irresistible that you sucked his buddies cock?"

"Freaky isn't it? I've never met a man who had such power over me."

"The fat ugly one?" Faith confirmed. "What power was that?"

"Didn't you see how all the girls reacted to him?" Natalie asked. "They were lined up in the ladies' room for him. Haven't you ever met a man whose presence you can physically feel when he walks in the room?"

"Once or twice, but not that night. And if either of those guys were to give off that presence, it would have been the black guy."

"Tyson." said Natalie, partially lost in the memories.

"Yeah, no way I would have sucked Donny's cock."

"I would have." Amber chimed in.

Jess laughed, "You would have sucked them both off at the same time!"

Amber slapped her friend's arm. "Jess!"

All of the other girls focused on Amber with matter-of-fact looks.

Amber gave in. "OK, fine. I would have, but you have to admit that Tyson is sexy."

"I'd do him," Jess agreed.

"Yeah, he was tasty," Quynh echoed.

"I thought you didn't like black men?" said Jess.

"No, I won't fuck black men," Quynh told her. "They're too big."

"Not all black men are big, you know," Faith pointed out.

"I know . . ." Quynh replied, "But no black man I've known has been able to get his cock inside my pussy. I'm better off sticking to white and Oriental. You know, laws of probability."

"I don't know how you can live without black cock, Quynhie," Amber sighed. "It's my favourite flavour!"

"Well, the thing about that night was . . ." Natalie began, attempting to bring the focus back to her where she liked it. "That they didn't want to fuck me. I mean they took a few girls home with them and I was so wound up by that point that I would have happily gone along, but they left me."

Amber was shocked, "You NEVER fuck on the first night! I'm surprised you sucked them off."

"I just sucked Tyson," Natalie corrected. "I didn't even get to see Donny's cock. God I wish I had."

"So this is an ego thing for you?" Amber concluded. "What man could resist, Natalie Fellows?"

"No, no . . .Well, a little, but it's what he said to me. He told me to go to a strip club and learn to dance by watching stripper, and to watch pornos and learn to fuck by watching them. He doesn't know how I fuck! And what's wrong with the way I dance? I'm a sexy dancer, aren't I?"

The rest of the girls simultaneously tried to avoid her gaze. Natalie was stunned. "What? Faith?"

Faith shrugged, "Hey, you have your own style, that's all I'm saying."

"What's that supposed to mean? You saying I'm not a good dancer? Quynh, you can be straight up with me, can't you?"

Quynh squirmed in her seat. "Uh, Nat, you need to work on your rhythm, I guess."

"My rhythm? What's wrong with my rhythm?" she was growing more upset by the second.

"Let me give it to you straight, Nat," Jess spoke up to rescue Quynh. "Did you see that Seinfeld episode where Elaine danced?"

"That ridiculous dance that looked like she was having a seizure?" she paused "You're not saying that . . ."

"No, I'm saying that you would be lucky if you could dance like Elaine."

The girls all giggled at that except, of course, for Natalie.

"So this has been a private joke for all the years we've known each other?"

"It's not a joke really," Quynh said. "It's just that . . .Well . . ."

"Well what?"

"You're gorgeous, Natalie," Faith explained. "You're goddamned near fucking perfect! Guys don't give the rest of us a second look when we're with you . . .Unless they can see some obvious flaw with you."

Amber laughed, "And the dancing is about as obvious as you can get."

"You bitches!"

"Take a pill, Nat," Faith admonished. "Even with your freaky floor show, you have more men approach you than any of us, almost as much as us combined. Excuse us for wanting some attention."

"Yeah, Nat," Jess added. "We weren't trying to be mean."

"Just trying to get a little action of our own." said Amber.

"We love you, Nat!" Quynh cooed and put a hand on Natalie's leg. That made her calm down.

"OK, fine, but are you guys going to be pissed if I learn how to dance better?"

The girls exchanged glances and shrugged.

"But I guess none of you will teach me?" Natalie concluded out loud.

"Honestly," Faith told her, "I wouldn't know where to begin."

"This still doesn't explain the ‘learn to fuck' comment he gave me," Natalie mentioned.

"He said that because you suck in bed," Faith explained.

"How could he know how I am in bed?" Natalie argued, "For that matter, how could you know?"

"I know because guys we've fucked are friends and it comes out in pillow talk. He knows because dancing is quite often related to fucking."

"Who said I suck in bed? I'm great in bed! Even if the guy isn't any good, I'll put on an amazing show when I fake it."

"Too much of a show," Jess corrected, "Even when you're not faking. Plus you have no sense of rhythm in bed either."

"You can't suck cock worth shit, either." Amber stated. "Has even one man cum in your mouth?"

"No, thank God," Natalie responded but then immediately wondered why that was. She thought that they preferred to cum in her pussy. Now that she thought about it they most often jacked off over her body in the end.

"You need to learn how to kiss, too," Quynh said quietly. "Sucking face is just an expression. You're not supposed to actually suck."

"What?" Natalie was dumbfounded.

The girls laughed again. "I'll teach you to kiss," Amber offered.

Natalie sat back remembering her past boyfriends. None of them seemed to like to kiss. She thought it was just them. Several had broken up with her for no good reason that she could think of. She was always good to her boyfriends. She broke up with the jealous ones. Then, there was the string of guys she caught fucking other girls; girls that were no where near as beautiful as she was. She always wondered why they had slummed when they cheated. It didn't make sense until now. Now it all made sense.

"Anyone want to go to a strip club tonight?" She asked finally.

"I'll go!" Amber exclaimed. That was no surprise to anyone. There would be lots of horny guys at a strip club. Amber would be taking at least one home. "But I'll go you one better," She continued. "There's a dance studio in town that teaches you to dance like a stripper. You pay for lessons. We could sign up together. You learn stage, lap and pole dancing."

Natalie liked that idea. "OK, I'm in."

"Me, too!" Jess announced. "Sounds like fun."

"Anyone else?" asked Natalie.

"No, I'm good." Faith said. "I could out dance a stripper without any lessons." There was no denying that. While Natalie repelled men on the dance floor, Faith could make a man who wasn't interested get a hard-on in seconds if she danced near him.

"I don't think it's for me." Quynh stated.

"Those tits probably wouldn't let you get close enough to the pole anyway!" Jess joked and they all laughed.

"I'm meeting them next weekend at the club," Natalie said when they calmed. "I'd like you guys to meet them, too. Donny is mine, but one of you can hook up with Tyson."

"I'll admit I really want to meet this guy and see what the fuss is about," Faith told her.

"Oh, you will." Natalie said confidently.

"Next week I'll be the one in control . . ." Natalie thought. "And Donny is going to beg to fuck me!"

--

A hundred dollars was all it took to get into Dr. Jacobs' apartment. Sunny had the foresight to take a cologne bottle to pour the solution into. Now he had it, but didn't know if it was too diluted to work. The obvious course was to test it. The question was "Who best to test it on?"

Sunny remembered a party he attended where an investor's wife had had given him a look of disgust when they were introduced. He was surprised that she gave him the look instead of the other way around. The 42 year-old had her blonde hair in a bun, caked and cracking make-up that only Tammy-Faye Baker would find acceptable, and a hideous orange and green dress that did nothing for her figure. He later overheard her talking to a friend: "How these Indians get into positions of power is beyond me. It's bad enough they're stealing the lower class jobs. At least he didn't smell like curry." Then, in an Indian accent, she continued, "I am vetty, vetty pleast to meet you Mrs. Ackon. It is my pleasure to be making thees perfume for you. Tank you, come again."

Sunny respected Larry Acton. He had so little respect for the man's wife that he didn't even remember her name. He knew she came from money, upper crust white society. He had heard from some of the other men at the party that she used to be quite a knockout as well, a blonde bombshell with an ass to die for. Now, she was overweight with too much collagen in her lips, too much make-up on her face and too much attitude in her head. She had purchased a pair of C-Cups to enhance her figure, but it wasn't enough to counteract the combination of age, snobbery and unhealthiness. As Sunny arrived at the estate, he wondered if he'd be able to get it up for the woman. Second thoughts about his plan rose in his mind, but in the end he knew the Bitch needed to be taught a lesson. That thought made his cock swell.

The maid, a plump Hawaiian woman with a kind face, answered the door and let him into the living room to wait for Mrs. Acton. Sunny noticed that the maid was the type of heavy woman that still came off as sexy. She'd probably be a fun fuck, too. Their conversation was brief, but when she walked away she stumbled a bit as though something important had just occurred to her. She turned around to eye Sunny up and down and smile before going to get her employer. "Cute ass," Sunny thought.

There was a bar in the living room, so Sunny made himself a Scotch on the rocks as well as one for Mrs. Acton. He was admiring the décor of the room which seemed designed to scream at any visitors "We're rich!" It was obviously Mrs. Acton's work.

"Mr. Gupta," he heard before he saw her. "What is it that I can do for you? I am quite busy today." She was wearing a white buttoned shirt and jeans. She still had the bun and the make-up.

"You mean state your business and get out before you stink up my house, don't you?" Sunny thought, then laughed inwardly. In a way, he was stinking up her house.

Sunny walked up to her, causing her to take half a step back. "I made you a drink. I hope you like Scotch."

She took the glass and placed it on a coaster on an end table. "I don't. Now, again, what is it I can . . ."

He saw it happen. Her pupils dilated for a moment and her cheeks flushed. "That you can . . ." he echoed.

"That I can do for you?" she finished.

"What CAN you do for me, Mrs. Acton?"

She seemed unsure of how to respond. "Mr. Gupta, I think that the investments that my husband and I have put into your business have shown what I can do for you. I just hope we continue to see our investments returned."

"Yes, well you do something for someone, it's nice to get something in return, isn't it?" Sunny smiled. "I can do something for you right now if you can give me something in return."

He could actually see the struggle in her eyes. The part of her that was disgusted with him was being assaulted by a new part that continued to grow more horny for him.

"And what is that, Mr. Gupta?" she asked.

He placed a hand on her face. Her nipples immediately hardened and poked through her shirt.

"You looked stressed. I can help you relax."

She pulled his hand away from her face slowly. "This is not relaxing me . . .Quite the opposite."

He grabbed her hand and pulled it down to is hip. Her body moved into his as a consequence. "Would you like to relax a bit?"

She gasped as her face moved into his chest. Before she could pull back she inhaled his new cologne point blank. She became unsteady on her feet.

"Tell . . .Tell me how," she said breathlessly.

"Let your hair down."

She did.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered.

"I don't know you," she said, but her hands moved up to the buttons of her shirt.

"But you want me, don't you?" he asked her.

She nodded and licked her lips. "I don't know why but I do. This is wrong. You people are-"

"Shut up, bitch!" Sunny snapped. "Show me some respect. If you want me to touch you, you will address me as Sir."

"Yes, Sir." She had her shirt off. He quickly grabbed it and used it to wipe the make-up off her face, not bothering to be gentle about it. She didn't complain or try to stop him. She even tried to get her pants off as he worked.

Sunny walked away from her and finished his drink as she removed her pants and undergarments. When he came back, he reached below her bushy mound, between her legs and felt her pussy. She was soaked. "I am going to call you whatever I like: Bitch, slut, cunt, whore . . . You'll agree that's what you are."

"Yes, Sir," she moaned as his hand stroked her pussy lips.

An idea suddenly occurred to him. "Do you have a camcorder?"

"Yes, Sir."

"What's your maid's name?"

"Daya."

"Daya!" Sunny yelled.

Daya appeared within seconds, her jaw dropping when she saw her naked employer being fingered by the strange guest. Her eyes were closed and her hands were on his chest for support.

"Come here now, Daya!" Sunny ordered and her training took over. She hurried to stand in front of him. "Daya, I want you to go and get the camcorder. Make sure there is a new cartridge in it."

"Yes, Sir," she replied. Before she could turn to leave, Sunny grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in to him. He kissed her deeply, then pushed her away. She left on weak legs, using the furniture and walls to steady herself as she exited.

Sunny turned back to Mrs. Acton who was lost in a world of pleasure. He wasn't even sure if she was aware that Daya had come and gone. He expected she would have been embarrassed by her maid's presence, but she seemed oblivious. He whispered instructions into her ear.

Daya returned and set up the camera on a tripod. Sunny had her focus on Mrs. Acton who started her prepared speech. "My name is a Denise Acton. I am a stuck up, racist Bitch who needs to know the pleasure of a good dark cock. Today, I am this man's slut and will do whatever he says."

Sunny was naked as well by this time. He turned Denise toward him and pushed her down to her knees. "Suck my cock, slut."

Daya angled the camera down to catch the action. Denise took hold of Sunny's hard cock, stroking and licking it. Daya nearly dropped the camera when she saw the size of it. She felt herself getting wet at the thought of it between her legs.

Sunny looked at Mrs. Acton worshipping his cock. She had a worried look because of its size but finally got the courage to put it in her mouth. Her teeth pushed in against him and her hand gripped too tight. Sunny pulled her head off. "Don't you know how to suck a cock, you cunt?"

She shook her head with a look of fear in her eyes. Sunny sighed. "Why does that not surprise me? Daya, do you know how to suck a cock?"

"YES!" Daya exclaimed, sounding more eager than she had meant to let on.

"Come here and show her how then."

Daya rushed to Sunny and dropped to her knees. She sucked his cock into her mouth managing to get a good six inches of it in at first. Her hands took care of the rest. "She didn't lie." Sunny thought. "She's great."

He enjoyed her so much he almost forgot about Mrs. Acton who was feeling left out and jealous. "I said show her, Daya."

"Oh . . .Sorry," Daya apologized. She then showed Mrs. Acton how to hold him, how much pressure to use, how to stimulate him with your teeth without hurting him, proper breathing. Sunny was impressed with the lesson. When Mrs. Acton resumed her blow job, things were much better. Daya's lessons had been "hands on" so he was just about ready to blow. He got Daya to zoom the camera in as he blew his load on Mrs. Acton's face. She looked up at him smiling expectantly.

"That was a good first time, you white whore," he told her and she beamed. "Now let's go to your bedroom. Daya, bring the camera."

They rushed upstairs and found the master bedroom. It sported a king-sized canopied bed. Sunny had Mrs. Acton lie at the edge holding her legs spread as wide as she could.

"Tell me what you want, slut." Sunny ordered.

"I want to feel your big cock in me."

"You sure you want to be fucked by an Indian cock?"

"Yes, please Sir, give it to me."

Sunny turned back toward the camera and winked. Then he walked up and shoved his cock into her, getting several inches in.

"Oh . . . My . . .Goddddddd!" she screamed at the invasion. Sunny was used to this. There were few cocks as big as his and he usually stretched the hell out of any girl he fucked. He grabbed her hips and rammed himself deeper into her with each stroke. "Oh God . . .Oh God . . .Oh God!" was all she could say from then on. Her face was contorted by both pain and pleasure, with pleasure rapidly overtaking pain.

Sunny looked down at her and could see the beautiful woman she had once been. He watched her buck her hips up to meet his. He felt her slick, glistening body as she perspired. He smelled her musky odour. She was sexy once again. "Fuck me!" she cried out. "I'll be your slut, your whore, just fuck MEEEEEE!" He would cum soon if he kept this up but he wasn't ready for that yet.

"Daya!" he called. She rushed up to him as quick as she could. "Does Mrs. Acton treat you well?"

"She is a . . .fair employer, Mr. Gupta."

"Call me, Sunny. Now if you wan to get my cock in you then you better answer all my questions honestly. Does she treat you well?'

"She's a Bitch, Sunny."

"Would you like her to make it up to you somehow?"

"Yes, I'd love that, Sunny."

"Strip and sit on the bed."

Daya was almost instantly naked. Sunny noted that she didn't shave her bush either. When she sat on the edge of the bed, Sunny yanked Mrs. Acton off of it. He held her up to the camera and spoke. "To make up for years . . .years?" he said turning to Daya.

"Years," Daya confirmed.

"For years of being a Bitch to Daya, Mrs. Acton will now lick her to orgasm."

Mrs. Acton's eyes went wide and Sunny was happy to catch it on film. As she opened her mouth to protest, he grabbed her by the back of her neck and shoved her face down between Daya's legs. "Lick her," he ordered. "And make sure you do a good job of it."

Daya's vengeful smile disappeared quickly as Mrs. Acton's tongue went to work and became a look of lust. Her hands stroked the woman's head and she cooed. Sunny was happy that she was happy, but he wasn't through with Mrs. Acton yet. He propped her up so she was leaning into Daya's cunt and then shoved his cock back into her. He heard her scream and Daya's eyes went wide momentarily. His cock made her do something that Daya liked. Then he fucked the Bitch. He fucked her hard and without mercy. He spanked her ass and made sure the camera got a good shot of it.

"Fuck her good!" Daya called out. "It's making her lick better! She's gonna . . . gonna . . .make me . . .CUMMMMMMM!"

Daya pushed Mrs. Acton's head into her lap while bringing her hips up. "Holy Fuck!" she exclaimed. Sunny renewed his efforts and Daya's eyes almost popped out as Mrs. Acton reacted to the onslaught. Sunny was enjoying Mrs. Acton's cunt, but the vision of Daya was what was really driving him to orgasm. He had to pull out because he didn't want to cum in her. He wanted to cum in Daya.

He tore Mrs. Acton off of Daya's pussy and yanked Daya off the bed. Repositioning the camera, he pushed Daya up against a wall. He lifted her up then lowered carefully onto his cock after which he braced her against the wall. He loved the feel of Daya's plump body against his. He suckled her tits while slowly pumping in and out of her. Her big ass was soft and luscious in his hands.

"What about me?" Mrs. Acton asked.

"Come lick my hairy ass, slut," Sunny told her. She got on her knees behind him and did as she was told. As Sunny and Daya picked up the pace, it became harder for her to effectively do her job, but she kept at it.

Daya was moaning loudly by this point. She held Sunny affectionately and kissed him, sucking his tongue. "Oh God, Sunny, you're huge!" she gasped.

"I know," he smiled and gave her a few good rams.

"Oh God, I'm cumming . . .A . . .GAAAAAAAAIN! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Sunny couldn't hold on any longer. His balls contracted and his cock swelled up. Daya couldn't believe he could get any bigger and came again as he emptied himself into her pussy. They held each other and kissed like lovers until Sunny had to tell Mrs. Acton to stop licking his ass.

"Can I call you?" he asked Daya.

"You better," she giggled.

Sunny gently lowered her to the floor, then turned and grabbed Mrs. Acton. He brought up to the camera again and made sure she spoke to it, not him. "Did you have a good time, slut?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Have you ever been fucked like that before?"

"No, Sir."

"What are you?"

"A horny white Bitch."

"And what's your favourite kind of cock, Bitch?

"Indian cock."

"When can I fuck you again?"

"Now, please," she begged.

"I'm leaving now. When else?"

"Anytime you want."

"I've got your number. When I call, you will do whatever I tell you. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir. Please call soon, Sir."

"We'll see."

Sunny knelt and lifted Mrs. Acton's head by the chin to look at her. His face was almost touching hers. Thinking he was going to kiss her, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. He thickened his accent and said "Tank you, come again." Letting her chin go, he stood and wiped his cock off on her face.

Sunny popped open the camera. It had a DVD in it. "Good," he thought, "Easier to transfer."

He left Mrs. Acton in her room, noticing that she started playing with herself as he left. He gave Daya another kiss at the front door. As he drove off he realized that he wasn't sure if Mrs. Acton came or not during all that. He chuckled. "Who the fuck even cares?"

--

Donald lifted his head up from the microscope. ",That can't be right," he thought. "This changes everything."

He prepped for another test. He already had what he knew was the correct formula, but his tests were showing that it was all but useless commercially, possibly even dangerous. He'd be working long into the night. He had to be sure there was no other way to make it work and somehow he'd have to see if his theory was right on the side effect.

--

Mariko went to the grocery store before returning home, hoping the bags of groceries would make it obvious to Kazumi why she wasn't in bed when he woke up. She just hoped that he wouldn't notice the sexy outfit. When she entered the apartment, Kazumi was gone. A note on the counter told her that he had gone golfing and to have dinner ready for six.

She couldn't believe it. She spent the night out with another man (and woman) and her husband didn't even notice. He must have assumed she went shopping or something. She looked at the groceries now sitting on the counter. She DID go shopping, just afterwards.

After unpacking everything, she just flopped onto the couch. She'd need a shower soon, but she was still trying to figure out just what exactly had happened last night. She went to Donald's with the idea of fucking him, but his friend Tyson was there instead. The man's personality was hypnotic. She couldn't believe how badly he made her want him. There were couple times when he made her do things she didn't really want to but, in the end, she was glad that he did.

That was the most amazing night of her life, sexually speaking. She had never been fucked like that. She had never had so many orgasms. She would never have believed that the touch of another woman could be so erotic. The question was: How could she get more? Donald's entrance had caused everyone to scatter to the wind. She, Tyson and Carol didn't say a thing to each other on the way down in the elevator. She still wondered vaguely what Donald would be like, but she knew for certain that she wanted to be with Tyson again. She shook her head. A black man. Wanting to be with a white man was taboo enough in her family, but a black man? Her Mother would disown her if she found out. If she told her Mom she did it with a black man and a white woman, her Mom would probably have a stroke right there.

Mariko reached down and felt her pussy. She was wet again. She wanted to be with them again. She wanted Tyson inside her again. The image of having both Tyson and Donald standing naked in front of her made her bury her fingers into her pussy. "What a horny little slut I've become! I should feel guilty. I do feel guilty, but I love it, too. How do I contact them? I don't even know their last names!"

Then she remembered some of the pillow talk she had with Carol. "Are shower heads really that much fun?" she wondered. So, she headed to the bathroom to find out.

--

His friends called Kevin the skinny, fat guy. This was because he was pretty much a stick figure with skinny arms and legs and flat chest, but he had a beer belly and a protruding ass. It was OK to be the skinny, skinny guy. He was just thin all around. It was OK to be the fat, fat guy for the inverse reason. To be the skinny, fat guy was to be the butt of yet more jokes.

Kevin didn't understand why his friends were so hard on him. He made the most money. He had the nicest house. He was the first to lose his virginity. He once even had a girlfriend! Of course, he never actually slept with her in the eight months they dated, but he showed her how much he appreciated her by buying her anything she wanted. He even let her stay when he found out she was cheating on him, twice. She eventually dumped him, telling him he was pushing for sex too soon. He wouldn't push the next one so hard. Nevertheless, Kevin had done pretty much everything before or better than his friends and yet most of the ribbing seemed to be centered on him. They should look up to him. Now it was up to him to once again outdo one of them. He was going to fuck his mother just as Donald had done, but he was going to do it better.

Getting the E was easy enough. Now, he just had to figure out how to slip it to his mom. When he got home the place was quiet. He had missed her. It was Sunday. She'd be at the club most of the day.

He returned to the guest room. The bed was still a mess and the faint odour of sex lingered. His mind flashed back to last night and the performance his mother had given. He couldn't wait until she did that with him. He lay down on the bed when Donald had been and tried to imagine the view of his mother riding his cock. Opened his pants, he pulled out his cock and wanked off to the images. "She'll love my cock so much more," he thought, admiring his length. Kevin was a good eight inches long. Unfortunately, he wasn't much thicker than a pencil. He didn't think that mattered though. Women were always talking about length. In the stories he read, all of the guys had nine to twelve inch cocks. Kevin knew he wasn't that big, but he had heard that four inches was average, so he was confident in his manhood.

As Kevin slipped into his favourite fantasy of fucking his mom while the scent of her sex floated around him, the maid entered the room to clean it up. Della was a slim black girl in her thirties. She was African with large lips and titties that seemed to push out toward her arms for some reason. She wore her hair braided with beads. Kevin had wondered what she'd be like in bed. She seemed to sense that and shied away from him. When she saw him jacking off, she nearly dropped the clean sheets she was carrying. Her first instinct was to run out but she caught a glimpse of Kevin's cock. It held her there. "How could a cock be so long and so thin?" she wondered. "Could you even feel it?"

Della had never been attracted to Kevin. He seemed somehow skinny and fat at the same time. His sandy blonde hair was already showing signs of thinning. His nose was too long and his eyes were shifty. The most unattractive thing was that he was full of himself for no reason that she could think of. Looking at him jacking off, however, she suddenly got the urge to touch his cock. She wondered about the feel of it, both in her hands and in her pussy.

Finally, she put the sheets down and walked over to the bed. Kevin's eyes shot opened and he quickly tried to cover himself up. "It's OK," she soothed him. "I'm not gonna say anything. I'm gonna help you, Kevin." She gently placed a hand on his cock. Kevin moved his own hands away and she started to jack him off.

"Holy shit, Della," Kevin gasped.

"Just relax," she said. "I'm gonna take care of this."

Kevin didn't relax though. His hands went straight out and grabbed her tits. Della felt like she was being mauled but she wanted to please Kevin so much she'd let him do anything.

"Do you want me to undress?" she asked

"Yes! Please yes!" he blurted out.

She got up and began a sultry strip tease, but Kevin was having none of that. He sat up and undid her top as fast as possible. When her tits were exposed, he sucked and squeezed them. She winced when he bit them.

"You should strip too," she told him. He stopped and looked around the room as if waiting for someone to suddenly pop out. After a few seconds, he pulled his pants down. Della took him in her mouth. The wonderful thing she found about his skinny cock was that it was easy to deep-throat. Kevin enjoyed that discovery as well. It wasn't long before Kevin exploded in her mouth. Della was an experienced cock sucker and swallowed it all without difficulty. Kevin didn't soften much when she was done, so she climbed into bed next to him so he could spoon her. Raising her leg she reached back and pulled his cock to her pussy. Kevin pushed up against her. He reached around to grab her tits and pulled himself in closer.

Della felt him slide in. She wiggled her ass and pushed back. He WAS really long! Kevin's cock slid in and out of her. She left herself go in the feel of him. One hand reached back and pulled him to her by the ass. The other hand slipped in to her bush and played with her clit. Kevin was just amazed that this girl was fucking him. It was the first sex he hadn't paid for. Her tits felt amazing and her pussy was so slick and wet. He pumped as best he could lying sideways, but his cock was so long it made things a bit difficult.

Della was building toward an orgasm. She wanted Kevin to get there with her so she encouraged him. "Come on baby . . .You feel so good . . .Cum in my pussy . . .Let me feel you . . .You're so fuckin' good!"

Kevin was on a major high. The hookers had always told him stuff like that, but hearing it from Della just confirmed that they weren't lying. He really was that good. It wasn't long before his rhythm started to falter. Della felt it happen and tried to restore it with her ass and her hand on his ass. She was almost there. If he fucked this up, shed kill him.

Kevin managed to pull back far enough for a big thrust. It was enough to start his orgasm. He followed up with several small pumps. Della's orgasm hit her just in time. "Jesus! Yessssssss!" she called out as it washed over her. She let Kevin calm down and relaxed in the moment. Seconds later she wandered what the hell she was doing. She hated Kevin. Why did she just let him fuck her?

Jumping out of bed, she grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room. She was going to have to quit. She couldn't face him again after this. She just cost herself a great job because she got a little horny . . .A lot horny actually. Why did she want to fuck him so bad? Whatever the feeling was, it just evaporated.

--

Tyson lay on his floor, still tied to his chair, in the dark. His efforts to free himself had failed and the sun had long since set. His pants were soaked with piss and there was a little puddle leaking out from his crotch. He was starving now. He hoped that Kara hadn't forgotten about him. All he could do was try to get some sleep.

"Oh . . .uh . . .Donald." Mrs. Townsend said over the phone. "I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" Donald asked, already guessing at the answer.

"Well, about the other night. It was wonderful, really, but . . .well . . .I think I got caught up in the moment. I like you, Donald. I really do, but I don't think we should have done that. I know I was the instigator and I'll treasure the memory, but we can't see each other that way again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Rachael."

"You don't think I'm a bitch or anything, do you?"

"Of course not."

"OK . . .Well . . .Um . . .I guess maybe I'll see you at the next game."

"OK Rachael."

"Oh, and you'll call me Mrs. Townsend around the boys, right?"

"Of course. God knows what Kevin would do if he even suspected we had an affair."

"Affair . . .uh . . .yeah. OK. Good-bye, Donald."

"Good-bye, Rachael."

Donald hung up the phone. Well, that seemed to confirm his findings. The last day hadn't been what expected. After finding Tyson in bed with Carol he wanted only to find a way to get revenge. Perfecting the formula in order to get Carol was the first step, but he also planned on making a reverse formula and mixing it in with Tyson's laundry detergent. Every woman the man met for months would hate him if Donald could pull it off. During his tests of the first step, however, Donald made some interesting discoveries. One was that the formula didn't work they way he thought. The formula itself really didn't do anything to women. What did affect them was shocking. More shocking was the side-effect. He had good idea of how it all worked now. There was just one more test to perform.

He had washed himself several times to make sure all traces of the chemicals he had worked with were gone before going for a brief jog around the building. Now he was back in Lucille's office. It was Monday morning and she'd be in any second.

She was surprised to see him. She probably figured they would awkwardly avoid each other for at least another week, but here was Donald, sitting on the examination table that she had sucked his cock on.

"Oh . . .Er . . Hi Dr. Jacobs." She greeted.

"Hi Lucille. Come sit next to me. I think we need to talk."

The plump blonde lady came over to him but didn't sit. She stood in front of him nervously.

"Dr. Jacobs, I just have to say that I don't know what came over me the other day. I apologize for my actions. Please don't file an harassment suit against me."

Donald reached out, took her hand and patted it gently. "It's ok, Lucille. I'm not upset. I'm very flattered that you find me attractive."

"But that's just it, doctor. I . . .I . . ."

"Are you ok, Lucille?"

"Yes, sorry I just . . .You seem . . ."

Donald felt her squeeze his hand. "You like to show off your breasts, don't you Lucille?" he said, noticing she was wearing another low-cut blouse beneath her lab coat.

She nodded and blushed.

"Would you like me to see them?"

She looked at him with hope in her eyes, as though a fantasy of hers was coming true. She nodded again.

"Then let me see them."

Lucille hurriedly removed her lab coat, top and bra. Her nipples were hard and almost an inch long. Donald didn't realize that they came that big. "I could hang coats on those things," he thought. He also realized that she was a sexy woman. Her breasts were huge and her tummy stuck out in a cute way. She had a scar from a C-Section which he traced with his finger. His touch made her shiver.

"Let your hair down." He told her and she released her bun, letting her graying blonde hair fall. It covered part of her face and stopped just below her shoulders. She primped it with her fingers to make sure it looked appealing for him. She stood right in front of him now, her body between his legs. The next thing Donald knew, they were kissing. This woman was beautiful his mind was telling him. How could he have not seen her before? Somewhere at the back of his mind a fading voice told him not to listen.

He reached up and grabbed her breasts, making her moan in his mouth. Her hands undid his shirt so that they were both soon topless. They then fumbled with each others' pants. It was not long before they were naked. Lucille jumped up on the examination table and Donald got on top of her. The wax paper beneath them crumpled and crinkled loudly beneath them, but they didn't notice it. They needed each other badly. Donald remembered this need. He felt it the other night with Mrs. Townsend. He held both sides of the table as he tried to guide his cock into Lucille, but was having problems finding her pussy. She reached down and grabbed him to guide him in. Slipping his hand behind her head, he kissed her. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. Not really knowing how to kiss, he tried to put his tongue in her mouth by first pushing hers out. She took it as a sign that he didn't want to kiss and broke away, but grabbed his ass and pulled him in tightly. He tried to pull back to pump but she was too strong. He was pinned against her and didn't know how she expected him to fuck her if he couldn't thrust into her at all. To try and get some more leverage, he pulled his hand out from behind her head to grab the table again. Unfortunately his watch got caught in her hair and she yelped as it tugged and pulled a few strands out. Donald tried to move his wrist back where it wouldn't hurt her. Propping himself up on his elbow, he tried to free her hair with his other hand. When he shifted, his elbow slipped off the edge of the table followed immediately by both their bodies. His cock popped out in the fall and her pelvis struck it, and his balls, on impact.

"Are you OK?" Lucille asked.

In a high-pitched, cracked voice, Donald answered "Yes . . ."

--

Nancy drank Tyson's cum down then waited for his body to stop shaking. A few long slow strokes later she let his cock out of her mouth with a slight pop.

"Am I forgiven?" she asked.

Tyson took a moment to recover from one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had. "I . . .Um . . ."

"Sorry, the inability to speak counts a 'yes'." She laughed. "I'm really sorry, baby. I thought you'd be able to get free. Kara must've tied you up extra tight. Can you blame her? You left her here and went off to fuck another woman!"

"Didin mean ta" Tyson said weakly, as he recovered.

"You didn't mean to? What happened? You tripped and your cock landed in her pussy?"

"Just meant to test it. Didn't mean for things to get out of hand."

"Test what?"

Tyson frowned, realizing he'd said too much. "New cologne of Donald's. Supposed to drive women wild."

"I'd say it worked . . .In good ways and bad. Waitasec. Are you telling me you left Kara to go get some cologne because you thought it would get her in the mood?"

She still held his cock in her hand and her grip tightened as she spoke. Tyson looked down, seeing his ebony rod wrapped in her delicate white fingers. He wondered if he should come clean. Nancy had come in around 9am and found him. She untied him and helped him to the shower to let him wash the sweat and piss from his body while she mopped his floor. Thinking back, he was surprised she didn't try to fuck him but the smell of his urine must've overpowered the pheromones. After showering he had no effect on her other than the sexual chemistry they had already established. That chemistry was pretty powerful on its own though. He wondered if she'd believe that his friend had essentially created a love potion. Probably not.

"It's complicated," He said finally. "But there's something else I did that I'm pretty ashamed of."

"Oh? Do tell."

"I slept with the girl my best friend is in love with."

"What?! Tyson that's horrible! How could you?!"

"I don't know. It just sort of happened."

"What if he finds out?"

"He did. He walked in."

"Oh no. What happened?"

"He threw us all out. He wants nothing to do with any of us again."

"ANY of us?"

"There was another girl there too. His neighbour I think."

"He caught you in a threesome?"

"Yeah."

"And he's still a virgin?"

"Yeah."

"God, what a blow to his ego. I wouldn't want to see you again either."

"Nance, I don't know what happened. Really. It's like I was drunk on sex with Mariko when Carol walked in."

"Mariko? She was Japanese?'

"Yes."

"Was she hot?"

"She was cute. She got very sexy when she got horny. Slim waif of a girl though."

"I love Japanese girls. Think she'd fuck me?"

"Nance, focus. What do I do about Donny?"

"I don't know if there's anything you can do. You're looking at, at least a month of begging and groveling if there's even a chance that he'll speak with you again."

Tyson knew she was right. He'd have to work his ass off to get back in Donny's good graces and he'd have to give up any notion of ever using the formula again. It was too powerful. It was actually dangerous.

"If I could take it back I would, Nance. Do you hate me for this?"

She thought about it while twirling a finger in her brown locks. The silence while he waited was painful. "No." she answered at last. "I'm not impressed with you at the moment, but I'll get over it. You're a good guy, Tyson. I know that. You just did a really dumb thing last night."

Tyson hugged her fiercely.

"Woah!" Nancy exclaimed. "Here's a side of you I didn't know about. I thought you were all about being the manly man."

Tyson didn't let go as he answered. "I may have just lost my best friend since grade school. I can't even imagine my life without him. We grew up together. I saw us growing old together."

"Um . . .are you sure you're not gay?"

He smacked her head but didn't let her go, even nuzzling his head into her shoulder. "I'm meant we'd be each other's best man, our kids would be friends and hang out, maybe even our grand-kids, shit like that." He sniffed.

"Tyson?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you crying?"

"No."

"Can you let me go so I can see your face?"

"No."

Nancy chuckled and patted his back. "OK baby."

--

"You're trying too hard, Natalie" the instructor told her. "This should be fun, not work."

Natalie was beginning to think her body just didn't move that way. Amber had gotten the move immediately. Jess had it after a few tries. When Natalie tried to do it, her body seemed to fight a war between what it was used to doing and what she was telling it to do. The result looked like some sort of seizure.

"This stuff is too basic." Amber complained to Jess and Natalie. "When do we get to try out the pole?"

"Some of us haven't dreamed about being strippers all our lives." Jess replied. "I'm just getting the hang of it. Have a little patience. Are you sure you should be in the advanced class?"

"I asked her. She said there's still a lot for me to learn in this class."

"There IS an advanced class? I was kidding."

"I think she's going to make me repeat this course in summer school." Natalie half-joked.

"You'll get it, Nat." Jess encouraged. "She's right though. You're trying too hard."

"Yeah, watch. It's simple." Amber walked as she talked. "Strut, wiggle, strut, twist."

"Slut." Natalie joked.

Amber put her hands on her knees and wiggled her tits at Natalie. "And proud of it!"

"You're incorrigible." Jess laughed.

"You're just jealous because you have nothing to shake!"

"They shake! It's just minor tremors."

"Alright ladies . . .and gentleman." The instructor announced, tapping a cane on the floor.

"'Ladies' is fine." The only man in the class replied in an effeminate voice.

The instructor smiled and continued, "I've shown you the basics. Now let's put it together and do out full stage strut."

Their instructor was an attractive woman just over fifty. Long platinum blonde hair flowed over a fit body with an hourglass figure. Although the crow's feet had developed around her eyes, her make-up was being used to youthen instead of enhance and her breasts were slightly sagging, she still appeared much younger than she actually was. She could probably still make money dancing as a stripper, but she told the class that it's best to get out when there's still some demand for you. She took some of her savings and started her school with 2 younger girls helping out. Business was good even though there were no singles for tips anymore.

On the first day of class the instructor came out and did a show in which she went from business woman to harlot in 3 songs. She purposely did not strip completely, but was left in red corset that hid her tummy, pushed up her breasts and rounded her ass, giving the illusion that she still had the body of a twenty year-old. Any doubts the girls had about this class were squashed right then. When she was finished, she introduced herself and went over the basics of the course. Her name was Dominique. That was, of course, her stripper name. Part of the fun of the class was that each girl had to pick a stripper name for herself. Jess had gone with Sugar Cane. Amber chose Chesty McButt. Natalie was as lost about that as she was with everything, but she didn't have to decide until their final lesson when they performed a solo act.

Natalie looked around at the other girls in the class. They were just walking. They had to master the sexy stripper strut for coming on stage. It wasn't that different from Amber's normal walk, but that was no surprise. The extra accents Amber gave it would actually get many men's attention. Meanwhile Jess, Ms. Sugar Cane, worked her little wiggle and sultry sway in such a way that she was sure to drive several men wild despite her lack of tits and ass. For Natalie it seemed that the only way to look sexy was to stand still. Dominique spent extra time with her with little results. Although her friends were supportive and helpful, Natalie couldn't help notice the little giggles that the other girls in the class made when she screwed up yet again.

"Perhaps you just do not respond well with so many people watching." Dominique suggested, her French accent making her that much more alluring. "I teach private classes as well. Would you be interested in attending those to supplement this course?"

Natalie nodded as tears began to flow down her cheeks.

"We can start tonight if you'd like to stay after class." Dominique told her.

Natalie hugged her and then rushed to the ladies' room before anyone could see break down completely.

--

"Tests prove that the formula does not function on its own but is absorbed through the skin where it bonds with RNA and acts as a pathogen, spreading through the entire body. The body then releases altered pheromones which affect the mind of nearby subjects so powerfully that they will not only want to have sex with the host but will obey his every command. The pheromones wear off sometime after exposure has ceased. However, the endorphins released during an orgasm also seem to counteract their effects. If the host continues to produce the pheromones then subjects will soon become affected again if they do not leave immediately."

Donald looked at the vial of Lucille's sweat he held.

"I believe there is also a side effect that affects the pheromones of female subjects. Today's tests will prove or disprove my theory."

Sunny switched off the monitor to focus on the job at hand, or rather the blow job between his legs. He had always wanted to fuck his secretary. He has hired her as much for her looks as for her skills. Now, thanks to Donald's formula, she was happily sucking away, anxious to please him in any way possible. And, according to what he just saw, all he had to was spray himself with that formula and he'd be set for life. In the meantime, however, he had a bottle of the temporary pheromones and was about to begin talks with celebrities in order to choose the next spokesperson or persons for their new line of scents. First on the list was Angelina Jolie

--

"The first thing you need to do is to unlearn everything you've been taught." Dominique told Natalie. "Your body has been conditioned to move a certain way and that way is wrong."

"How do I do that?" Natalie asked.

"There are a few ways. We'll try them each in turn and see which works best with you."

"OK"

"First, I want you to stand with your feet slightly apart and your hands at your sides."

While Natalie readied herself Dominique put on Moments in Love by The Art of Noise. She came up behind Natalie and pressed up against her body. Natalie's eyes went wide at the sudden contact, but she didn't say anything. Dominique placed her hands on Natalie's hips saying, "I want you to relax your body so that it will move whichever way I lead it."

With that she shifted Natalie's hips but met with immediate resistance. "Relax, Natalie." Dominique whispered in a sultry French voice. She took Natalie's wrists and waved her arms. "Let the tension out."

The stiffness in her arms grew fainter until they flopped like a rag doll's. Dominique returned her grip to Natalie's hips and moved them again. There was considerably more give. "OK, now feel my body and think of it as an extension of your own. When I move, you move with me. Don't try to move on your own just go along with what I'm doing. Think about the music and let it help to guide you."

Dominique's breasts pushed gently into Natalie's back and her pelvis spooned her butt. The French temptress began to sway and Natalie let her body move with her. It was just a swish of the hips but the slow subtle movement was both alien and enticing to her. Soon her hips were rocking from side to side in a figure eight motion to the rhythm of the music. Natalie closed her eyes and enjoyed, not only the motion of her body, but also the sensuous touch of the woman guiding her. She felt Dominique's knees bend into hers and tensed for a moment. A sultry, "Just go with it," unlocked her body again and a slight dip was added to their duet.

Dominique took hold of Natalie's hands and guided them down the sides of her body. Dominique's breasts pressed harder, making Natalie bend forward and allowing her hands to roam farther down her thighs.

"Open your eyes, Natalie." Dominique whispered and Natalie saw herself in the mirror as her hands slid back up her legs, along her hips and up her stomach, over her breasts to her neck and then her cheeks, finally into her hair before stretching up to the ceiling. Her hands fell gracefully down again and moved onto her hips as she increased her sway, dipped low for a moment as she twisted, and then rose to continue her stripper's tease.

Natalie was mesmerized by the stranger in front of her whose mouth spread in a joyful yet wicked smile, whose enticing eyes looked right at her. Was that really her?

"That is the stripper inside of you." Dominique told her as she stepped away. The absence of her touch and guidance made Natalie freeze. "Don't stop." Dominique urged.

Natalie stood motionless and willed her body to move as it had just done. It wouldn't comply. She didn't know how much of a sway was too much. She couldn't calculate the correct arc of her hips. Her hands didn't know where they should be. The familiar Natalie stared back at her in the mirror and she wanted to just make that girl disappear.

"Don't worry." Dominique cooed. Natalie loved her voice. It was soothing. She felt safe when she heard it. "We are just getting started. It will take a few weeks to get you moving properly on your own."

"But I only have a week to get ready." Natalie replied with tears forming in her eyes again.

"To get ready for what?" asked Dominique.

"To . . .To impress a man I met."

"Ah, yes, many girls are here for that reason. Is there no way he can wait?"

"I don't think so. So many girls are after him."

"Well, there is a way we can have you dancing properly in time if you're willing to trust me."

"I'll do anything. Just show me how."

Dominique sat Natalie in a chair, making sure she was comfortable. She changed the music to a slow trance style with a heavy beat and soft whispers in the background. The disco lights came on, making collage of colours dance slowly along the walls.

"What I'm going to do is take you through some visualization exercises to help you relax when you're trying to dance and see in your head what you want your body to do. The first thing I'll show you is how to focus properly." She held a pen in front of Natalie. "Now look at this pen. Imagine it is the only thing in this whole room, the only thing that matters. Now, as you look at it everything else will fade away. As it becomes clearer you will feel more relaxed. The more relaxed you feel the more focused you will become. The more focused you become the more relaxed you will feel."

Natalie listened to her instructor with rapt attention. The music and lights seemed to aid in relaxing her even though they were slowly fading in the background. She soon saw only the pen and then nothing at all.

"Can you hear me, Natalie?"

"Yes."

"How do you feel?"

"Calm. Focused."

"Good. Tell me why this man you want to see is so important to you."

"He is very sexy. Girls loves him. They'll do whatever he wants. He told me to learn to dance better and to learn to fuck better this week

"How do you plan to learn to fuck better?"

"By watching pornos."

"There are better ways to learn to fuck, Natalie"

"How?"

"Learn from someone experienced. I can help you with that. Would you like me to?"

"Yes please."

"OK, but first we'll start with the dancing."

"Do you remember how you looked when I danced with you in the mirror?"

"Oh yes."

"When I clap my hands I want you to stand, open your eyes, and do exactly what you did before. Remember the feel of me guiding your body. Remember the way your body felt. Remember the look on your face when you saw yourself. When I clap my hands again you will return to this chair and to this relaxed state."

Dominique clapped her hands. Natalie rose and began to dance again. Her performance was identical to the one she had given with Dominique guiding her. Dominique drank in the beauty of the girl. She was so enticing that Dominique wanted to tear her clothes off right then. When Dominique clapped her hands, Natalie sat back down.

"Did you enjoy that, Natalie?"

"Yes."

"Did you like the way you looked?"

"Yes."

"How did it make you feel?"

"Hot. Sexy. Horny."

"From now on, whenever you dance, your mind will come to this place and you will dance without inhibitions of how you look. You will remember the moves I teach you and the moves you see me perform and duplicate them exactly. Dancing this way will make you happy. The more you perform, the happier you will be."

"The more I perform, the happier I'll be."

"That's right. You will also remember that you like your private lessons and you will recommend them to your friends."

"I'll recommend them to my friends."

"Very good."

"Now, when I clap my hands you will wake feeling refreshed and energetic. Whenever I hold your hand and say "Sweet Natalie" you will return to this relaxed state. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

Dominique clapped her hands. Natalie's eyes opened and a smile came over her face.

"Dominique, I feel great. These focusing exercises are amazing!"

"I'm glad you like them. Would you like to try dancing again?"

"OK!"

Natalie got up and performed her dance once more, but then surprised Dominique by adding in a section of the dance that Dominique performed for the class. She was very eager to learn.

"That was good, wasn't it?" Natalie beamed after watching herself in the mirror the whole time.

Dominique took her hand, "That was excellent, sweet Natalie."

Natalie's body went limp and Dominique had to catch her and put her in the chair. "Do you like the sound of my voice, Natalie?"

"I love it. It's so femme fatale."

"Do you trust my instructions?"

"Yes, Dominique. You've taught me so much, so quickly."

"Whether you are in this state or not, you will want to follow my instructions when you hear my voice, whether it is in person, on the phone, or on a message. Understood?"

"Yes, Dominique."

"Obeying me will make you feel happy. You will know you are making me happy and that I will instruct you better because of it. Each time you follow an instruction of mine you will become more confident in the things I teach you. Each time I ask you to do something new and different, you will see it as a way to improve yourself and make both of us happier."

"I want us both to be happier."

"I know you do. Tell me, how did you feel when we danced together?"

"It felt great. You gave me the confidence to dance like that even though it was . . ."

"It was what, Natalie."

"Well, I've always thought that girls who danced like that were . . .I don't want to insult you Dominique."

"You won't. I want you to always be honest with me. Telling me the truth will also make you feel good. I can only teach you if I know the real you. I will only know the real you if you are honest with me about everything."

"I'll always tell you the truth, Dominique."

"Then tell me what you thought about girls who dance like me."

"That they're sluts. I mean they're strippers. They show their bodies for money. And Amber, I love her and all, but she dances a lot like that and she sleeps with just about anyone."

"So the reason you've always danced the way you have is so that no one will mistake you for a slut?"

"Yes."

"But now you enjoy dancing like this?"

"I've met you and I can tell you're not a slut. You're smart and sexy and have your own business. You've given up dancing, but help girls to discover a sexual side of themselves. If you can dance this way then so can I."

"So that's how you felt when we danced?"

"Yes."

"That's the whole truth?"

Natalie frowned for a moment. "No, there's more. It kind of turned me on too."

"Dancing with me turned you on?"

"Yes, the feel of your body against mine, the way you moved me, it got me a little wet."

"Has a girl ever gotten you wet before?"

"No."

"Have you ever imagined being with a girl?"

"Yes, but only out of curiousity with some movie stars. They can be so hot."

"Yes they can."

"Do you think you'd be comfortable doing it with a girl, Natalie?"

"I'd have to trust her a lot."

"Like you trust me?"

"Yes, Dominique."

"I want to see you dance for me again. This time I want you to actually remove your clothes for me." Natalie frowned again so Dominique added, "Remember that we are alone and that you feel comfortable doing anything around me because it will help you be a better dancer and a better person."

"OK, Dominique."

Dominique clapped her hands. Natalie opened her eyes and got up. She started with the same swaying of her hips and let her hands roam her body. She undid her shirt first. Dominique noticed she did it exactly as Dominqiue had removed the business shirt in her performance. Her pants slid off smoothly after that. Natalie danced a little in her heels, bra and panties. Dominique was in awe of her round breasts and ass, her lightly defined muscles and her mocha skin. Natalie's bra came off next. She played with her breasts and licked a nipple while locking eyes with Dominique. Finally her panties were off and flung into Dominique's lap.

"Now that she's through the mental block, she's a natural." Dominique thought.

"Sit down and close your eyes, Natalie." She ordered.

Natalie happily plopped herself back in the chair and shut her eyes. Dominique knelt before her and ran her hands along the girl's thighs. She moved up along her tummy and cupped her breasts. Natalie let out a sigh but did not object to the touching. Dominique brought her mouth over one of Natalie's breasts and sucked on it. Her tongue played with the nipple. Natalie's head rolled back and her hand came up to feel Dominique's head. Dominique switched to the other breast. Natalie moaned and a shiver went through her.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Natalie?" Dominique whispered.

"Yes, Dominique" she instinctively whispered back.

"Do you want more?"

"Oh yes!"

Dominique reached between Natalie's legs and they spread to give her access. The girl was wet! Dominique licked her fingers, testing the taste of her. Liking what she found, she lowered her head and let her tongue explore. Natalie's hands fell on Dominique's shoulders and gripped them tightly. She had been eaten out before but never like this. Some of the men she had been with knew how to please, but Dominique knew how a woman liked to be pleased. She touched her clit just enough to drive her crazy and then sucked on her pussy lips. She snaked her tongue inside Natalie's pussy, then played between her cunt and ass before rimming her. Her fingers were everywhere her tongue wasn't when she wanted two or three points of stimulation. Natalie felt her orgasm grow then plateau then grow again. Finally she could take no more. Her body shook violently and her nails dug into Dominique's shoulders. Her body jerked up, prompting Dominique to grab her to keep her on the chair. The sound she made was somewhere between a squeal and a scream. Finally, she put the heel of her hand in her mouth and bit down on it to get through the ordeal.

"Jesus Christ! That was amazing!" Natalie puffed, out of breath from the sudden intense exertion.

Dominique rose, wiping her mouth and licking her fingers clean. "Don't tell anyone about this part of your education," She smiled. "but starting tomorrow I'll educate you on being a fuck machine."

A huge grin spread across Natalie's face. "Yes, Dominique."

"Lesson's over. See you at class tomorrow."

Natalie gathered her clothes and scampered to the change room. "Thanks, Dominique!" she yelled as she disappeared.

Dominique returned the lighting to normal and changed the music to some soft R&B. She walked into her private office and closed the door behind her.

"I didn't expect to get one so quickly." A man told her.

"Neither did I. Serendipitous. You saw how she performed?" Dominique replied without a trace of a French accent in her voice.

"Yes, she's outstanding. I have plans for her already. And I'm looking forward to fucking her tomorrow."

"May I join?"

"I think it best if you watch and instruct her."

"Yes, Sir."

"They'll come to us one by one. We'll select the ones we like and they'll pay us to train them. Then they'll make us money by dancing and finally much more money by fucking."

"What about this guy she wants to impress? Should I make her forget him?"

"No, let her fuck his brains out. If he's that good with women we may be able to use him to recruit. Lots of men would join us for their pick of any of our sluts they wanted to fuck any time."

"The subliminals in the lights and music seem to be working well." She told him. "I didn't think they'd be that effective."

"On your knees and suck my cock, slut."

Dominique dropped quickly, hungrily took out his cock and sucked on it like a starving infant.

"Of course they work." He told her, then whispered to himself. "How do you think I got you?"

--

Donald arrived home late that evening. He needed to shower again before dealing with Tyson. He still didn't know exactly how to deal with his friend. Their friendship had endured for too long for it to just end, but there were issues to be addressed. If Tyson didn't show his worth then it would be over.

Donald began to take off his shirt as he made his way to the bedroom when he heard a familiar voice say, "Hey Donny."

He spotted his sister, Daphne sitting on the couch.

"Daph, what are you doing here?"

"I need your help big brother. I think Kale may be cheating on me." She got up and hugged him. "Oh Donny, if he's having an affair. I don't know what I'll do if he is!"

Donny hugged her back but knew she was being silly. Kale was a good man and he loved her dearly. It had to be something else. "Don't worry, Daph. You're probably just imagining things."

She pulled away from him, her cheeks already wet. "I hope you're right, Donny, but I don't think so. I've followed him and seen him meet with a woman . . .and she's beautiful!"

"That doesn't sound good." Donny thought.

Just then a curious look came over Daphne's eyes. "Donny, what's that smell?"

Donny realized that both he and his apartment were saturated with the pheromones. Who knows how long she's been inhaling them? As Daphne stared into his eyes, he could only think. "Oh Shit!"

--

Consider this chapter the season finale. I'll be away until January and will probably release many more chapters upon my return if I receive enough good feedback. So far there's been little to none for each chapter so I'm wondering if anyone is even reading it. So if you'd like to see where this story goes just let me know, and also let me know who your favourite characters are as well as your favourite plotlines.

Oh and Mouse, I got your feedback and tried to respond but the return email address was bad. Thanks though!

Back in the new year!

Boratus.