I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t what I got.
“Thank God! I thought I’d never have a son to take over for me when I retire. Are you gonna give me some grandchildren?”
“We’re working on it daddy,” giggled Emma.
“I’ll want to marry her as soon as possible sir. I know women like to plan these things months or years in advance, but frankly, I can’t wait that long. I think two weeks is fair.”
“That’s a little quick son,” her mother replied.
“Mama, didn’t you hear me say that we’re working on your new grandchildren? What do you think that meant?”
“Oh, so you went bareback huh?”
“Yes mama.”
“Good girl. Two weeks it is!”
Two weeks later we were married in a little country church outside of town. As it turned out, we didn’t have a moment to spare. I had impregnated her in Cedar Rapids.
We had a brief honeymoon in Niagara Falls and then it was back to work. Emma moved into my little house with me. I had saved enough money to buy it, so three months after the wedding it was ours. It came with ten acres. I started a truck farm on it. I still worked for Mr. Jeffers full time. Emma helped with the truck farm.
Four years later, Emma’s scar didn’t slow her down at all as she chased our three kids around the yard. We weren’t going to get rich, but we weren’t going to starve either. One day her daddy called us to the big house.
“Do you like this house Dick?” he asked.
“Yes sir. I’ve always thought this was the perfect house for a farming family.”
“Betty and I are thinking about retirement. I’ve worked hard for fifty years. We have the money to retire. Last year we took a three week vacation up to Western Washington State. It’s beautiful up there. Lots of water and forests full of trees. We have talked it over and decided to do it.”
“That’s great sir. You and Mrs. Jeffers have worked hard and you deserve some time together.”
“The thing is, this farm’s been in the family since the late eighteen hundreds. We don’t want to let it fall into the hands of strangers. With that in mind, would you like to take it over? It has gotten way too big for Betty and I. Hell, we’ve got seven bedrooms and six of them are empty. The way you and Emma are going, you could fill them up in just a few years. What do you say, son?”
“I really like your generous offer sir. I’m sure Emma will be all for it too. You’ve got a deal.”
“You have to promise to visit us at least twice a year and bring our grandchildren.”
“Yes sir, we can do that. I can’t wait to tell Emma.”
That night as they lay in bed Emma asked, “What did daddy want?”
“He wants to give us the farm. He wants to retire.”
“You told him yes didn’t you?”
“I sure did. Are you happy?”
“I couldn’t be happier. I always hoped it would turn out this way. Make love to me. Let’s do it like we did in Cedar Rapids that first time.”
She rolled on top of me. My cock was in her mouth and she was sucking like there was no tomorrow. I licked her sweet pussy. I never got tired of the taste of her love juice. I was greedy. I wanted it all. I sucked her clit between my lips and felt her stiffen as her first orgasm hit her. She went limp on top of me but she kept sucking. Soon I burst into her mouth.
“It’s always gonna be great, isn’t it Dick?”
“Yes Emma. I’ll love you forever and it’ll always be great. Now fuck me!”
In a way, I have a jerk-ass judge and the California prison system to thank for my eventual success. I’m not happy that I went to prison, but I am very happy that I’m a prisoner no more.
The End
Love Spell
“I am not going to do that!” Jenny Marshall declared, drawing a number of curious stares from people sitting at nearby tables.
“Well you said you were desperate,” her friend Hannah Randall said from across the table. “Besides it worked for me.”
“I am not going to your herbalist to ask for a love potion,” Jenny said in a lowered voice. “Anyways Mike was always crazy about you.”
“Well the potion just gave him the extra push he needed to ask me out. Look how well it worked,” Hannah said, patting her small baby bump. “Besides all you have to do is wear it like perfume.”
“I can’t believe we’re even talking about this,” Jenny muttered.
When did a simple conversation of her love life turn into crazy talk about love potions? Oh yeah she remembered now, it was when she complained for the hundredth time of how the man she was in love with, Conner Pierce, was like a faucet. His emotions would run hot and cold about her, one minute if was as if he would like to tear all her clothes and then acted as if she didn’t even exist in the next minute.
“If you really are desperate you can always tell him the truth and tell him how you really feel,” Hannah suggested.
“What if I do and in the end I just make a complete fool of myself?”
“Hon, what’s your alternative? Pinning for him for the rest of your life?” her friend asked. “If you tell him you have two outcomes, A. he doesn’t feel the same and then you could move on or B. you two can end up deliriously happy.”
“I’ll do it Hannah. Tomorrow at work I let Conner know,” Jenny said.
“Good girl! I salute you!” she replied holding up her glass of water. “Call me afterwards to let me know what happened.”
*****
Jenny checked her appearance one last time before she went to Conner’s office. Her black hair was drawn back into a low ponytail and not a single strand dared to get out of place. Her make up was light and her skin gave off a healthy glow. She wore her favorite dark gray suit which clung to her curves enough to make her look sexy but still professional.
It’s now or never, Jenny told herself. She made her way to Conner’s office and knocked on the partial opened door.
“Come in,” she heard him call out.
She walked into his office and saw him sitting at his desk. Conner had taken off his jacket and his broad shoulders stretched out his white shirt. His black hair was growing a little long now but she liked it because you could see the natural curl it had. Jenny could feel her heart race like it always did ever time she saw him.
The first time she met Conner it felt like a punch to the gut. He was so gorgeous that she practically made a fool out of herself when they were introduced. Her infatuation with him only got worse when she got to know him better. Not only was he smart but he was kind and funny as well. She wondered how a catch like him stayed single for so long. He did date a lot but he wasn’t a womanizer.
“Do you have a minute?” Jenny managed to get out.
“For you? Always. What’s on your mind?” he asked, focusing his blue eyes on her.
The things she wanted to say rushed out of her head. “Umm. I just wanted to say…. Can I sit?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
Jenny sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“We’ve been friends for a long time. Really good friends, haven’t we?”
“From the moment we met,” he said.
“We like a lot of the same things. We have fun together. I trust you and you trust me.”
Conner nodded. “It sounds like you are trying to hit me up for money.”
“No,” Jenny replied with a nervous laugh. “I just wanted to say…”
The phone suddenly rang, interrupting her.
“Keep that thought and let me just get this call,” he told her.
“Okay,” Jenny replied.
He picked up the phone and greeted the person on the other end.
“It’s nice to hear from you again Angela,” he said.
Angela? Who was Angela? Jenny thought. So far as she knew Conner had been single for the past couple of months.
“Yes I still remember the villa at Nice, bella,” he said with a chuckle.
What happened at Nice and who was this person he was calling beautiful in Italian?
“I’m in the middle of a meeting right now. Can I call you back later?” he said into the phone. “Drinks? I’m sure that can be arranged.”
This was wrong, all wrong, Jenny thought. She couldn’t do this now. Not when he was making a date over the phone. She stood up and decided to leave.
“Conner take your call. I can come back later.”
“Are you sure?” he asked with concern.
“Yes it’s not that important,” she replied.
Jenny spun around and walked out of his office before he could protest. She hurried back to her office and then locked her door.
“I can’t do this,” she said to herself as she paced the floor of her office.
Her phone suddenly rang, surprising her.
Please let it not be Conner, she thought. She checked the caller id and sighed with relief.
“Hi Hannah,” she said after picking up the phone.
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense. How did it go?” her friend asked excitedly.
“It didn’t. I was about too but then the phone rang and woman called. He called her Bella and they supposedly did something in Nice together.”
“That sucks,” she replied. “What are you going to do now? Are you going to try again?”
“No,” Jenny said. “What’s the address of your herbalist? Maybe a love potion is what I need.”
*****
Two days later when Jenny arrived at the address Hannah gave her, the place didn’t look like what she expected. She had an image in her mind that it would sort of look like a spice shop you would see in an Arabian Night story. She expected spices and other odd dried things in baskets, panels of fabric hanging from the walls, and assorted glass bottles scattered about. In reality the place looked like it should belong at the mall. It was clean, white, orderly, and had the feel of a doctor’s office.
“Welcome to Nature’s Magic. Can I help you?” asked a very young looking redheaded woman at the front counter.
“Yes. Are you Leslie? My friend Hannah Randall sent me here. She said you could help me,” Jenny explained.
“Oh yes, Hannah called me yesterday. Everything is almost ready. Did you bring the other things I need?”
“Yeah I have it in my bag,” Jenny said.
Hannah told her to bring a picture of Conner and something personal of his. Jenny took a picture she had snapped of him during last year Christmas party and a pen from his desk.
“Let’s go into the back,” Leslie said.
She called out to another young woman to take her place at the counter and then lead Jenny to the rear of the store. Leslie brought her into a room with a large wooden table at its center and walls filled with small bottles. Leslie set Conner’s picture into a stone bowl and handed then handed her a piece of paper.
“Please write his name on this,” she asked.
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Jenny did what she asked and then Leslie put the paper into the bowl. She then took a match and lit both things on fire. When everything in the bowl was ash, Leslie took a bottle from the wall and dripped some oil onto the bowl.
“Do you do a lot of these?” Jenny asked.
“Only on occasion. And if the person believes,” she replied. “Can I have the personal item?”
Jenny dug through her purse and handed her Conner’s pen. Leslie swirled the contents of the bowl with the pen. She then turned around and took several more bottles from the wall. Leslie added a few drops here and there, smelling the concoction each time she added something.
“Where did you learn how to do this?” Jenny asked.
“This was my Mom’s place. She taught me all this before she retired. I went to school for the more technical stuff. When I was done I took over and revamped the place.”
Leslie dipped her finger into the bowl and wiped the mixture onto her forearm.
“It’s done,” she finally declared. She took a towel and wiped off her arm. “The potion will work strongest this Tuesday.”
“On Valentines Day?”
“It is the day of love is it not? Energies are good and strong that day,” Leslie explained. “You will only need a few drops.”
Leslie took the mixture and poured into a perfume bottle. She put on a cap and handed it to Jenny.
“It is important that you initiate first contact,” Leslie told her.
“Me? Why does it have to be me? I thought I put it on and then he’s putty in my hands.”
“Your intentions must be known for it to work properly, “Leslie explained. “That is they way it always has been. And then he will be yours.”
“Thank you Leslie,” Jenny said.
“You’re welcome. Maria will ring you up at the front,” she replied. “Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”
*****
When Valentine’s Day came Jenny was nervous as a cat. For days she had been trying to come up with a plan to seduce Conner. Asking him over on Valentine’s Day seemed too obvious and she didn’t know if he had a date that night. She decided the best thing to do was to seduce him at work when everyone was gone. Conner was always the last one in the office, while most were gone by 5 pm on the dot.
Jenny looked at the time for what it seemed like the thousandth time that day. It was finally 4:30 and it was time to put her plan into action. She locked her office door just in case someone barged in accidentally. She grabbed the duffle bag she brought with her and started unloading its contents. Jenny began to undress and was soon standing naked in her office. She bought a bra, thong, stockings, and garters from Victoria’s Secret this past weekend, all in black, for the occasion. She slipped each item on one by one and by the time she was finished she looked at her reflection at the glass wall of her office and thought the dent on her credit card was well worth it. The bra cut low across her breasts and gave her amazing cleavage. It looked like she was about to spill over in abundance. The thong was black lace and covered nothing in her opinion. But the sexiest part of her ensemble was definitely the old fashioned garters that rode on her hips and clipped on to her stockings in the front and back. Conner didn’t have a prayer.
Jenny colored her lips a blood red and darkened her eye shadow. She undid her hair from its chignon and fluffed it out so it looked like a black cloud over her shoulders. Finally she picked up the love potion and pulled out the stopper. She took a whiff and thought it smelled really nice, sort of light and flowery. She added a drop behind both ears, between her breasts, just below her navel, and behind her knees. Leslie said she only needed a few drops, but she couldn’t make a mistake because she would never have the courage to do this again.
When she looked at the clock it was already 5 pm. Jenny could feel her pulse speed up. She strapped on her 3 inch black stiletto heels and then completed her whole look by covering her half naked body with her red trench coat. Jenny at her desk and waited. She could here the last of people scramble to go home.
When 5:30 came she poked her head out the door to see if anyone else stayed behind. The main floor of the office was empty and the smaller offices were dark, except for one. Good old reliable Conner, she thought.
She walked out and made her way to his office. She stopped in front if his door and took a deep breath. I can do this, Jenny told herself. She knocked on the door lightly before pushing it open.
“Hey,” she said, hoping her voice sounded deep and sultry.
Conner looked up from his papers and smiled when he saw her.
“Hey yourself,” he replied. “I thought you left for the day.”
“No. I’m still here.”
Jenny pushed the door shut behind her. No turning back now, she thought.
“Have you come to tell me why you were mysteriously here a few days ago?”
“Sort of,” she replied.
She walked up next to him and slightly leaned her behind on the edge of his desk. He took a long and leisurely look up and down her body.
“You look nice tonight,” he commented.
“I have plans.”
“With your friends?”
Jenny gave a low laugh, he almost sounded jealous. “It’s Valentine’s Day Conner.”
“What are your plans then?” he asked.
“I’m planning to get laid.”
She almost laughed out loud when his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.
“I didn’t know you were seeing someone regularly,” he commented.
“I’m not, but a woman has needs sometimes.”
“What kind of needs?” he asked, sounding intrigued.
“I’m sure you of all people know a woman’s needs,” Jenny teased.
“Humor me.”
Jenny smiled. “Well sometimes a woman needs to have someone say she’s pretty and desirable. Sometimes a woman needs to be held and have her skin caressed like she’s the most precious thing in the world. Sometimes she needs to be kissed like you want to drown in her.”
She then leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “Sometimes a woman needs to be pinned against the wall and have her brains screwed out.”
Jenny straightened herself back up and saw Conner smiling at her.
“I didn’t know you had this side to you,” he said, swinging his chair around to face her.
“What side?”
“A tease.”
“I guess you don’t know me as well as you thought,” she replied.
“Obviously,” he said.
Suddenly he stilled and began to sniff the air.
“Do you smell that?”
“Smell what?” Jenny replied.
“I can’t describe it. It’s nothing I ever smelled before.”
“No I don’t smell anything. Is it bad?”
“It’s really nice actually,” he said. “Hey did it get warm all of a sudden?”
“No,” Jenny said shaking her head.
“Really? I’m suddenly hot.”
Hot? Was that supposed to happen? Jenny thought.
“Maybe you’re coming down with something.”
“I don’t think so. I feel fine,” he said.
“Let me feel your forehead.”
Jenny reached out and placed her palm at his temple, and then at his cheek, and then ran her hand along his jaw. She was about to touch his neck, when he stopped her.
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“You never told me what you wanted the last time you were here,” he brought up.
“Oh right. I actually wanted your opinion on something,” she said, pulling her hand away from his.
“What about?”
“My shoes.”
“Your shoes?”
Jenny lifted her leg and placed a black heel on his chair between his open thighs.
“They’re nice,” he said, as he ogled her shapely leg.
“Aren’t they?” she said and began running her hand up and down her leg. “I call them my ‘fuck me’ shoes. They’re the kind of shoes you usually leave on during sex.”
“What are you doing Jenny?”
“I thought it was obvious by now.”
“We can’t do this,” he told her. “Getting involved would be a bad idea. We work together.”
“Why is it so bad?” she asked.
Jenny then leaned over and placed her hands on the arms of his chair.
“We’ve been dancing around each other for years and I’m tired of it. I want you Conner,” she said and then drew up close to him so that her lips hovered over his. “Don’t you want me?”
“We’re friends,” he said lamely.
“We can be so much more. You can have so much more,” she promised.
Jenny straightened up and undid her trench coat, revealing all to him.
“Jesus,” he said.
“Don’t you like it? I bought it just for you,” she said, letting her coat drop to the floor.
Conner didn’t make a move or a sound. What was wrong with him? He was almost catatonic, Jenny thought.
“I really like the bra. The material feels so good against my breasts,” she said.
She bent over to give him a nicer view. “Do you want to touch the material? It’s so soft.”
He shook his head.
“No? I guess you just have to take my word for it,” she said, caressing the bra cups. “Well my favorite part of this outfit is the garters anyway.”
Jenny pulled a strap and let it snap against her thigh. “Something about this thing makes me feel naughty. I guess it reminds me of a whip.”
Jenny pulled the strap on the on the other side and it hit her thigh.
Conner seemed fascinated with her every movement. She didn’t know how they got to this point but she was enjoying it.
“The only part of this outfit I don’t like is the thong. I think I should get rid of it.”
Conner moaned in response.
“Oh you agree? Then off it goes,” Jenny said with a smile.
She turned around to show him her backside. She hooked her thumbs to the sides of the thong and slowly bent over to pull it down.
A tortured groan came from behind her.
Jenny turned around to face him. “Isn’t that better?”
He swallowed and nodded in agreement.
“Can I share a secret with you Conner? Sometimes at work when you make me really horny, I masturbate at my desk and think of you.”
“Really?” he said in a whisper.
“Yes. I’d sit at eh edge of my desk like this,” she said demonstrating it for him. “I’d put my feet on the arms of my chair like so. Then I’d lay back and touch myself and imagine it was you.”
Jenny played with her wet folds, not caring that this was the inanest thing she’d ever done. Suddenly she felt two big hands grab her thighs and then a warm mouth on her pussy.
Finally! Thank god, she thought.
Jenny moaned as she felt Conner lick at her folds. She cried out when his tongue entered her and then continued to do so repeatedly. She was cumming and cumming fast.
“Oh god, oh yes!” she cried as her climax hit.
As her climax ebbed and she slowly returned to earth, she noticed Conner standing in front of her between her legs. He leaned down and kissed her navel and then placed several kisses up her body. He undid the front clasp of her bra and let her breasts spill into his hands. He gently squeezed and played with her abundant flesh and teased her nipples to hardened points.
Conner took a pink tip into his mouth and began to suckle it. His mouth was amazing, she thought, as he moved over to her other breast to give it the same amount of attention.
“Oh Conner,” she moaned.
His lips were suddenly on hers. His tongue plundered her mouth and kissed her until she felt dizzy and breathless.
Jenny clawed at his shirt, wanting to feel his bare flesh on hers. He tore his shirt off, causing buttons to fly every where. She ran her hands over his well muscled chest and rock hard abs until she found what she was looking for.
His cock was straining the front of his pants and they both wanted it free. Conner undid his belt while Jenny unzipped his fly. She snuck her hand inside his pants to grasp his hard length.
Conner gasped at the contact.
He pushed his pants down and Jenny couldn’t help but admire his form. He was even more gorgeous naked. His cock was larger than she expected too.
“I want to taste you Conner,” she boldly told him.
“I want that too,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
“Sit down,” she ordered him.
Conner sat back down on his chair while Jenny got up off the desk. She lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. She spread his thighs wider and rested her arms on them. She took hold of his shaft and pumped it with her hand. Jenny swirled her tongue around its head before taking the whole thing into her mouth. She took as much of him as she could, moving her mouth up and down long length.
After a few more minutes, Conner lifted her off her feet and bent her over his desk. He pushed her feet further apart and then she felt him caress the flesh of her buttocks and the inside of her thighs. Then suddenly she felt it, the smooth rounded head of his cock stretching her opening. Jenny groaned as he filled her. She had been dreaming about this, fantasizing about this for so long. She was so wet that he slid easily right in.
“Oh my god Jenny you feel so good,” he moaned.
“Fuck me Conner,” she pleaded with him, not caring if she sounded desperate because she was. “I want you so much.”
He didn’t disappoint. Conner grabbed onto her hips and thrust his cock furiously into her. His desk began shaking and things began falling off it.
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“Yes, yes,” she cried as he slammed himself into her.
Suddenly he was out of her and Jenny cried out in protest. Conner pulled her down to the floor on top of him.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he told her.
Jenny moved over his hips and slowly slid down his cock. She bit her lip as he filled her once again. She slowly bounced up and down his cock until they found their rhythm again. Conner reached up and began to play with her breasts, squeezing her nipples to further arousal.
“I’m… I’m coming,” Jenny cried out.
Conner rolled her over onto her back and thrust into her wildly. Then suddenly she came and it was the most powerful orgasm she ever had. She would have screamed in ecstasy if Conner didn’t crush his mouth against hers. She then felt him tense up against her and spill himself inside her.
They lay in silence afterwards; the only sound was their breathing.
Jenny couldn’t stand the silence. “So what happens now?”
“I say we get dressed, have a nice dinner, and go back to my place,” Conner said.
Jenny breathed a sigh of relief. “So you don’t regret what happened?”
“No,” he replied. “I only regret it only took us this long.”
*****
It had been almost 6 months ago when Jenny stood in front of Nature’s Magic. From her first look of the place she would have never guessed it would change her life.
“Welcome to Nature’s Magic. Can I help you?” asked the young redhead at the front counter.
“You might not remember me,” Jenny began.
“You’re Hannah’s friend right?”
“Yes I am,” Jenny said, glad that Leslie remembered her. “I came in for the love potion.”
“I remember,” Leslie said smiling.
“Well you said that I should invite you to the wedding, so here I am.”
“Oh that is wonderful! When is it?” she asked.
“On December 19, I hope you can come. I credit you for getting Conner and I together,” Jenny said.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Leslie said.
“Sure.”
“There was really nothing special in the potion. It was only some oils I mixed together,” Leslie revealed. “I’ve noticed that most of the women who ask for it just need that extra push to take the next step.”
“I can’t believe it,” Jenny laughed. “Hannah knew?”
“Yes she did. My mom was the one who gave Hannah her potion and its secret later on.”
“So there was no spell or magic at all?”
“Well I wouldn’t say that,” Leslie said. “There was always the magic of love.”
The End
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Irresistible
My voice echoed down the entry hall of the sparsely furnished house. “Hello?” The car in the driveway and the unlocked front door told me that Carl must be home. I called out again as I walked into his house and closed the door behind me. It was a bright sunny Saturday. “What a waste,” I mumbled to myself, knowing he was probably hard at work on some project in his basement. Carl works as a lead research scientist at a large pharmaceutical company in the city. We were college roommates and have remained buddies over the last ten years since graduating. Even in college, it became my job to get him out of his studies to enjoy life more. He built a small lab in his basement that allowed him to bring his work home. Some patterns are hard to break.
“Carl?” I called out again, knowing he would be downstairs in his lab.
“Down here.”
“Hey, there is a pick-up game at the club,” I reminded as I made my way down the basement stairs.
“I can’t,” he said faking disappointment. “We are under the gun to meet this deadline. We have to submit it to the FDA Monday morning if we have any hope of rolling a product out by next February. Timing is everything with these things.”
“What are you working on?” I asked knowing it was always top secret. Pharmaceutical research is one of the most competitive industries and under the constant threat of corporate espionage.
“You know I can’t talk about it,” he answered routinely. “If I did, I would have to kill you.”
“Cancer research?” I pushed back out of curiosity. “AIDS?”
“Sorry Phil. Can’t go there.”
I knew I could wear him down by continuing to prod. He loved his work. The hardest part about it for him was not being able to talk about it. “Why next February?” I asked.
“Valenti…” he started to answer unthinking and caught himself before finishing the word.
“Valentines?” I said finishing the obvious word. “Something for Valentine’s Day?”
“Phil, I can’t talk about it.” His voice exposed excitement he felt for what he was working on. “I could lose my job.”
“Carl, it’s you and me here in your basement. You know I won’t say anything.”
“I know,” he said, still unable to hide his personal excitement.
“Hey, I shared with you the big ‘knock her socks off’ marketing campaign I put together before it went public and hit gold, right?”
“Yes,” he answered sheepishly.
“Come on then,” I pushed. “I can tell you are excited about this. We are best buddies. You can trust me. I won’t say a word, but let me share your excitement.”
“You have to promise…” he said beginning to give in.
“Have I ever let you down? I give you my word.”
Carl exploded with the excitement of a eight-year-old telling his friends about his first trip to Disneyland. “Phil, this is unlike any project I have ever worked on. It is going to revolutionize sex for women.”
“What?” I asked.
“ED drugs have changed the sexual world for men, right? Men have the drive, but sometimes the equipment doesn’t work.”
“OK, that’s true. And, if your erection should last for more than four hours … find more women.”
“Funny. Women are different and are missing out. Unlike the men, many have the equipment that work but struggle with having an orgasm. They want orgasms, they ache for them, but get frustrated and give up.”
“That’s what you are working on?”
“Yep,” he said with continued excitement. “I’ve discovered the answer that will make women satisfied and insatiable. Those who have struggled will unleash orgasms to their heart’s content. Even better, it will take the orgasmic experience of those who have not had problems to a whole new level.”
“It’s an aphrodisiac.”
“On steroids,” Carl continued. “but better.”
“How does it work?” I asked out of curiosity.
“It is dual functioning,” he answered excitedly. “Without getting technical, the first component works with the brain to put the mind in a hyper-orgasmic state. The second component works simultaneously to activate a physiological response in the body. Their nipples get hard, their vagina gets soaked, and their body is taken to the edge of orgasmic ecstasy.”
“That’s amazing. Women around the world will want to thank you!”
Carl smiled. “It’s about time. Researchers have been underappreciated and under-compensated for too long.”
“So, a rollout date of February will take Valentines Days to a new level for women.”
“It won’t be bad for men either,” Carl added. “We are still working to get the dosages of the two components right.” He pointed to a line of large bags filled with power. “The ones over here were too light on either one or both of the components. The ones over here on the right were too high. The combination in the last bag was so potent that the slightest trigger, like a suggestive whisper yielded immediate orgasmic responses in 91% of our trials. The other 9% weren’t far behind. Their single-focused insatiable response continued for several hours, making the dosage over-the-top.”
“That must have been fun,” I said. “Who said research was tedious or boring?
“Like I said, it is unlike any work I have ever done. We even have women employees volunteering to participate in our research. It does have its rewarding side.”
“What happens to all these bags?” I asked out of curiosity.
“I have taken samples to show our progress. I have to discard those for security purposes.”
“That makes sense,” I said. “Want a hand?”
“Sure,” Carl said. “I have the toxic material dumpster upstairs.”
“Why don’t you finish what you are doing here while I dump these so we can get to that pick-up game.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Anything to help get my friend out of this basement and outside.”
“Thanks man.”
I took ten trips to the dumpster while Carl finished his work. I put two bags in the dumpster with each trip but the last. One went in the dumpster and the bag from the far right of the line found its way in my trunk for further research.
II. Personal Research
After the game I invited Carl to join me for dinner at the local pub. “It’s ladies night.”
“I don’t know,” Carl said. “I never have much luck. I should probably stay home and get more of this work done.”
“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You have to eat. Let’s grab a burger at 8:00. After dinner, if nothing is happening, you can go home and work. My treat.”
I showed up at the pub by 7:45. The dance floor and bar were already alive and full. Discounted food and beer for ladies on Saturday nights always packed the place out. I pushed my way to the bar and ordered a beer. While I waited, I noticed two gorgeous women across the bar laughing and in animated conversation with each other. They both looked to be in their late twenties. The first was around 5'8” with long brunette hair, green eyes, and full breasts accentuated by a tight maroon short dress. The second was a beautiful petite 5'3" blond with short hair and ocean blue eyes. She wore a white sleeveless button shirt and short jeans skirt that showed off her tight ass. When the bartender brought my beer I asked him what they were drinking.
“Margaritas,” he answered, “but don’t waste your time. Guys have been hittin’ on them since they walked in here. They keep turning the men away by saying they are lesbians on their honeymoon. I don’t believe it, but its workin’.”
“Give me two of what they are drinking, please.”
“OK,” the bartender said “but you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Thanks man.”
The bartender came back with two frozen margaritas. “Want me to deliver ’em for you?”
“No thanks,” I said. “I’ll be glad to do that. Put it on my tab.”
I emptied the last of my beer, picked up the two margaritas and began to make my way across the room. I stopped only briefly to mix in a little of Carl’s powder in each.
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“Looks like you two are ready for a refill,” I said with a smile. “The bartender said you are drinking their margarita specials.” I placed one in front of each of the ladies.
“We’re lesbians,” the brunette said almost as a Pavlovian response.
“We are on our honeymoon,” the blond added, struggling to contain her laughter at their evening’s ploy to be left alone.
“Congratulations!” I said. “You both scored. I’m sure you’ll make each other very happy. You probably hear it all the time, but you are both beautiful.”
“Thank you,” they said awkwardly. The brunette added, “but we aren’t interested.”
“Of course not,” I said, silently agreeing with the bartender that they were not very good actresses. “This is your honeymoon,” I added with a wink. “Listen, as a guy on ladies night I paid full price for these margaritas. I would hate to have them go to waste, and would love to have you enjoy them as a wedding gift.”
“That’s very nice,” they said feeling more awkward.
“I will be sitting right over there at that table with my buddy. If there is anything I can do for you this evening – anything – please feel free to let me know. You are welcome to join us.”
“Thank you,” they said ready to be left alone again.
I took my seat at a dark booth near the back just as Carl walked in the door.
“Hey Phil,” he said. “Thanks again for the invitation.”
“No problem.”
“Awesome pick-up game today. It was good to get out and play.”
I glanced over to the two visions at the bar while Carl and I ordered our burgers and talked. The ladies continued their animated conversation while slowly emptying their margarita glasses. The lower the drinks got, the more they found themselves stirring on their barstools. Their hands began moving involuntarily across their own bodies and legs.
“I met those two ladies at the bar before you came in,” I said to Carl.
“They are gorgeous,” Carl said.
“I invited them to join us if they wanted,” I added. “Although they didn’t seem very interested at the moment.”
“That blond could help me get my mind off of work,” he said.
“Maybe she could help you mix work and pleasure,” I said smiling.
“You know I can’t do that,” he answered with a serious work tone, but quickly added “I look forward to the day when she could.”
A sultry voice interrupted Carl’s dream. “Excuse us gentlemen; can we take you up on your offer to join you?” Carl glanced over at the two gorgeous women from the bar standing next to our table and shot back a look of surprise at me.
“Why of course,” I answered calmly. Both women were smiling. Their bodies looked more flushed than when I met them at the bar. The fabric of the dress and blouse showed off each woman’s erect nipples. “Please join us. We were just talking about you.” I looked across the table. “Carl, why don’t we get up and allow the women to slide into the booth. I stood up and shook the brunette’s hand. “My name is Phil.”
“Vanessa,” she answered.
“Please,” I said, “have a seat.” Vanessa seductively slid into my side of the booth, allowing the fabric of her dress to slide, exposing more of her leg.
Carl jumped up and repeated the interchange. “Carl,” he said, taking the petite blond woman’s hand.
“Cheri,” she said. They took their places in the seat across from us.
Vanessa eagerly started the conversation. “We thought we might have been rude earlier when you bought us the drink. We thought we could at least introduce ourselves and find a way to thank you.”
“That’s very nice of you. But it really was my pleasure to help you celebrate your special day.”
“That’s the thing,” Cheri said. “That was just a line we use to keep lecherous guys away.”
“Really?” I asked trying my best to act surprised.
“We feel badly about that, especially because…”
“Because?” Carl asked.
“Well, to be honest,” Vanessa said, “we are both feel so hot right now we are going to burst.”
“Hot?” I asked. “It is warm in here. Would it be helpful to step outside in the cool air?”
“No Phil. I am hot as in I want to fuck your brains out. I feel so horny I am going to explode. I feel like I would take every man in this place if I could. I’m not usually like this. The one thing I know is that this night will not end until someone,” then pausing to look over at Carl “or someones will fuck my brains out. I have never wanted it like I want it now.”
Carl glanced in shock over at me. He had only seen this kind of response in women one time before.
“As much as she wants it,” Cheri chimed in, “there is no way she wants it as much and in as many ways as I do.” She reached over under the table and placed her hand on Carl’s thigh. “I sound like a whore, but I’m not. What I am is a red-blooded woman that needs men to rock my world tonight.”
Carl’s jaw dropped. I found myself equally amazed and grateful for his research.
“Wow. Listen ladies, your offers are hard to pass up, but we hardly know you. Our only experience so far is that you lied to me.”
“I am so sorry,” Vanessa quickly interrupted. “You’re right. We really feel badly about that. How can we make it up to you?”
“Anything,” Cheri added as a promise.
The waitress came around the corner to offer refills.
“I think we are good right now,” I answered. “You can do us a favor though.”
“Sure, honey. What can I do?”
“Can you make sure we have some privacy back here for a while?”
“I’ll do my best honey, but can’t guarantee anything.”
“Great,” I said. “Thanks.”
The waitress vanished as quickly as she appeared.
The effects of the spiced margarita continued to intensify in Vanessa and Cheri.
“Please gentlemen, take us back to your places. We can’t take it any more.”
“Let’s go then,” Carl said, not wanting to miss this opportunity to strike while the Cheri was hot.
“In just a moment,” I offered.
“Oh god, what?” Vanessa said almost begging.
“You sound like you are ready now,” I said.
“I am so ready,” Cheri answered desperately looking at Carl. “I am just about to reach over there and take you for everything you are worth.”
“Yes you are,” I answered. “you both are.”
“Oh god,” they said in unison. “Here?”
“You said anything. I …”
Cheri began unbuttoning her shirt before I finished my sentence. She found herself glad she wasn’t wearing a bra. Before Carl fully realized what was happening, Cheri’s face was in his lap, his dick standing alert through his zipper and Cheri’s skilled mouth ravaging every inch.
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Vanessa didn’t hesitate to follow suit. She pulled her dress up over her head revealing a matching maroon lacy bra and thong. She rotated her body to straddle my lap and unclasped the front hook to her full bra. Her firm round tits massaged my face as she reached down to release my dick from my pants. The tiny material of her thong was soaked. She moved it aside to clear the way for my dick to penetrate deep within her. Aaagh! The booth began to rock as she relentlessly pumped my shaft into the depths of her love box. Our voices moaned as a duet.
Cheri straddled Carl and allowed his moist dick to function as cupid’s arrow into the heart of her pussy. Both women began to shake as their first orgasms flooded over their bodies simultaneously. Carl sucked on Cheri’s erect nipple, massaging them with the strength of his lips. The two women continued to moan loudly, no longer with a care of anyone else in the pub. Wave after wave of orgasm sent chills through their bodies.
The response of their bodies brought unbridled release from Carl into Cheri and then from me into Vanessa. “All of it,” Cheri insisted. “I want all of it now. This is just the beginning,” she insisted.
Vanessa continued to ride me incessantly, allowing her tits to bang against my face. “Eat them,” she demanded. “Make me feel them in the morning.” I devoured her tits, one after the other in my mouth. “More!” she insisted. Her nipples begged for attention. I sucked and chewed on her nipples as she begged. “Oh god,” she said, “you’re making me come again. Don’t stop. Harder! Harder!” She pressed her tits harder into my face. “Eat them. Agghhh! Yes! Yes!” Vanessa collapsed on top of me.
“God, that’s a good start,” Cheri whispered to Carl. “Take me to your place. I am your every fantasy tonight.”
Those were the last words Vanessa and I heard before Carl and Cheri disappeared in his car down the road.
It was only the beginning of the rest of the weekend for Vanessa and me.
III. Professional Research
Monday morning arrived with new possibilities for me at the office. There is a stereotype of women who go into the field of marketing. It is not fair to apply the broad brush of the stereotype to all women in marketing. At the same time, there is a reason for the stereotype.
Many of the women in the marketing firm I work for are beautiful, sophisticated and arrogant. They dress to snag the sales of their clients and the balls of the suits in the top executive offices. Like snotty high school cheerleaders ignoring anyone not in a football uniform, they snub their asses at their fellow male colleagues in marketing. That is especially true of the five women in my office. They work together and stop at nothing to get what they want. They dress in stylish low cut business suits, allowing every curve to work for their advantage. They are ruthless in their professional and personal pursuits. Rumors of their shared after-hours activities are infamous. I am invisible to them, unless there is a way they see I can try to use me for their personal gains. Despite their tactics, their presence in the office provides amazing candy for the eye and inspiration for fantasy.
Every year, a division memo announces the birthdays of the region’s employees. Most go by unnoticed. The five marketing divas celebrate each other. Rumors of their racy birthday gifts to one another are as infamous as their after-hours activities. Stephanie’s birthday was listed for the following Friday.
“Colleen,” I called out as she walked passed my office.
“Yes,” she said, surprising me that she would take the time to put her head in my office.
“Listen, I saw that Stephanie’s birthday is Friday. I know you five like to surprise each other. I am going to be out of the office for much of the afternoon. If you want, I would be glad to have a cake and some Friday afternoon beverages in here for all of you to surprise her with. I will close my curtains. She will never expect anything in here. It would also be away from the main traffic of the office.”
“That could work,” she answered, “but why would you want to do that for us.”
“No reason,” I said. “Just glad to do it for colleagues, like I am sure you would do.” We both knew they wouldn’t lift a finger for anyone else. She liked the idea I might be deceived to think they would. “I’ll take care of everything,” I said. Feel free to come in any time after 2:00. Help yourself to all of the beverages in the cabinet. Don’t be shy. I will be out meeting with clients."
“Sounds great,” she said. News traveled to the other three divas quickly and plans were underway for how they would get Stephanie to my office for the Friday surprise.
I stocked my liquor cabinet with several bottles of wine and mixed drinks. I arranged for a friend to bake a beautiful small dark chocolate cake heavily seasoned with Carl’s spice. Based on its affect with Vanessa and Cheri, I looked forward to crashing this party.
Friday afternoons are pretty quiet in our office. It is not uncommon for employees to claim to have appointments with clients to start their weekend early or on the golf course. Around 1:00 I closed the curtains to my office and opened the liquor cabinet for easy access. I placed some party plates, forks and the wonder cake with one ceremonial candle on my desk. A few helium balloons were added as décor. The stage was set. All I needed to do was leave to allow Carl’s magic to work.
I returned to the office around 3:30. Our receptionist Jenny is required to stay until 5:00 to give the appearance that the office is open. The usual Friday exodus had taken place and the office was vacated. I asked Jenny to hold all calls so I am not disturbed.
I heard the raucous celebration behind the closed curtains of my office. There was drunk laughter and cheering. The party of five was in full swing. It was about to become a party of six.
The noise and cheers went silent when I opened the door, then broke out in an explosion of laughter. I closed the door behind me.
Stephanie was stretched out across my desk completely naked. Her hands were tied above her head. Candace was on her knees on top of the desk between Stephanie’s legs. She was wearing only a red thong and matching heels. Her face was buried and going to work in Stephanie’s bush. Stephanie’s hips bucked as her next impending orgasm was about to explode to soak Candace’s face. After she ate her slice of cake and washed it down with a couple martinis, she told her four friends the only gift she wanted for her birthday was to see how many times they could make her come. Having enjoyed the cake themselves, they gladly complied.
Jocelyn was on her knees on the desk, straddling Stephanie’s face. Her business suit jacket, blue bra and thong were on the floor by the door. She held her skirt up as she lowered her love box to Stephanie’s mouth, demanding attention.
Colleen and Porsche stood caressing each other as they were hungrily waiting and cheering for their turn. Porsche’s ebony fingers busily worked Colleen’s clit beneath the pink thin fabric of her thong. Colleen sucked and nibbled Porsche’s thick erect coal nipples.
Stephanie began to scream as waves of her next orgasm rolled through her body. Jocelyn quickly lowered her mound over Stephanie’s mouth to muffle her screams. “Eat me bitch,” she demanded. “Eat me like you want her to keep eating you.” Stephanie’s screams were muted by Jocelyn’s dripping cunt begging for attention in her mouth. Stephanie’s body convulsed from Candace’s relentless thirst for more.
Colleen’s knees began to weaken from the skill of Porsche’s fingers in her love box. Porsche could feel she was close. She teased Colleen by pausing her finger’s action on her clit. “Oh god, don’t stop Porsche. Don’t stop!”
“You call that sucking my tits girl?” she playfully chided. “I’ll finish and take you to the moon the moment my tits start feeling the lovin’ they’ll remember.” Colleen pushed her face into Porsche’s tits, allowing her mouth to take in as much as she could contain. She sucked all the tit she had in her mouth with everything she had. She pulled her mouth off Porsche’s tit and unleashed the wrath of her teeth on the thick, dark erect nipple begging for attention. “Oh god!” Porsche cried out. “Harder! You are going to make me come.” Porsche’s fingers immediately went back to work bringing Colleen to the height of her next orgasm. The harder the wave of orgasm, the harder Colleen punished Porsche’s tits.
“Well, look what just walked in,” Candace said still licking her lips from Stephanie’s juices. We got ourselves an endless buffet of cream filled birthday cake."
“Me first,” Stephanie said. “It’s my birthday.”
IV. Epilogue
The FDA hasn’t approved Carl’s work for distribution by the pharmaceutical company he works for. It has been delayed pending further research their scientists want to do before it can be made available to the general public.
Carl and Cheri have stayed together to continue to fuck each other’s brains out. Cheri says no one has ever made her feel the way – more constantly horny -than Carl does.
My personal and professional lives have never been better. Vanessa becomes insatiable when we are together. I never leave a bar, a corporate cocktail party, a coffee shop alone, unless I want to. The five divas keep asking me to host their birthday parties. They are discovering more reasons to celebrate.
The End