0 comments/ 52269 views/ 3 favorites Addiction By: English Bob As I awoke, the morning sensations assaulted my body in the usual fashion. My throat was rough and sore; the taste of whisky still on my coated tongue. The muscles in my arms and legs ached through sleeping on bare floor boards and the headache that was currently coursing through what was left of my brain felt like an approaching freight train. But the overriding requirement, the principal need, the total and absolute necessity was to find that first fix of the day. I looked over at my sleeping wife, Erin, occupying the only mattress that was left in our home. My eyes slowly scanned the room; what there was left of our meagre furniture was either old or broken and had no sale value, the rest had been disposed of over the months to pay for our joint habit. I felt sad and sick. It hadn't always been like this. I used to have a good job in the city, making good money. Erin and I had enjoyed the best of everything: a nice home; cars; designer clothes; foreign travel and expensive meals out. It started with cocaine - just socially really - but we soon both found that we needed more and more just to get us through our hectic days. Then we discovered heroin and in that, a paradise that we thought was unattainable. But it was an costly paradise in more than monetary terms. More and more of my colleagues at work began to notice the changes in me: often late for meetings; on edge and jumpy a lot of the time and making expensive mistakes. I couldn't really blame them for firing me, I'd become a liability. And anyway, my new found freedom gave me more opportunity to get high. But the money soon ran out. Erin was still working and to steal from her employer seemed the most sensible option - no one would ever find out, we thought, would they? Erin was fired less than a month after me. We were now presented with a problem: more time for getting high - less money to do it with. Erin's jewellery went first, quickly followed by a few choice family heirlooms. When the money from these ran out we started on the furniture. I heard Erin murmur in her sleep and looked over at her. The room was warm and the single sheet that had been covering her had slipped down to her waist. She still looked good, I thought. Maybe a little thin, but her breasts, now clearly visible, showed little sign of sag and were topped with cherry red nipples that still stood up with only the slightest stimulation. He long, black hair looked a bit dull, but nothing that a good wash wouldn't sort out. It wasn't often, I realised, that I looked at her whilst I was straight - we fucked, yeah of course, but we were both usually so wired, that I doubt if either of us really knew if we were enjoying it! The sound of the front door being pushed open suddenly attracted my attention. The catch is no good, but we are usually so high we forget to lock it anyway . I glanced at the cheap wall clock: 10:15 am. I knew who it would be. "Rico? Erin? Anyone in?" I would recognise Santini's voice anywhere. As our supplier, he is the most prolific, and in fact one of the very few visitors we get these days. He's a big man but is always accompanied by his two "associates". I groaned inwardly. We had been expecting a call from him. We owed him quite a bit of cash and we knew that he was unlikely to supply us anymore until he was paid. I leapt up, naked with my head pounding, and scrabbled around in the cabinet drawer. My fingers closed around a few wrinkled notes. I pulled them out and looked at them sadly. I could hear footfalls on the bare treads of the stairs as the men approached nearer - I knew that this wasn't enough money. It never would be. "Ah, there you are!" exclaimed Santini as he wheezed to the top of the stairs. I pulled an old towelling robe around me just as I saw him. "You have some money for me, I think?" he said smiling a sickening grin at me. My hand held out the small collection of notes as I pulled the gown around my nakedness. Santini motioned towards Baker, the larger of his two associates. The man stepped forward and snatched the money from my shaking hand, giving it immediately to his boss. Santini's eyes left me for a moment while he made a quick count. "What's this? Are you trying to insult me?" "N..n..no Mr. Santini......it's all we have right now....we can pay the rest next week....we just need you to let us have some.....y'know? Just a little......" My voice trailed off as Santini returned his stare to me. His eyes burned holes into my aching head. Baker was still standing behind me and I felt the wind rush out of me and an agonising pain in my kidney's as he slammed his meaty fist into my back. "You got a real nerve, you know that, Rico? You really expect me to give you this when all you can do is pay a fraction of what you owe?" I looked up to see him dangle a clear plastic bag filled with white powder in front of my face. My insides burned as I gasped for breath. "Please....Mr......Santini.....We'll ......pay....you......I....promise!" I tried to reach for the bag. The act of a desperate man. Santini quickly snatched the bag from my reach. He smiled wickedly again. Men like him enjoy the mental torture, I'm sure of it. I could see him looking over at Erin, still asleep and blissfully unaware of what was obviously going through this man's mind. I followed his gaze and realised with horror that the sheet had slipped further down and exposed the top of her pubic mound as well as her breasts. "Oh no!" I wailed, "you can't be serious? Please...anything but that!" "What else you got, Rico? What else can you offer me besides your woman?" My eyes turned downwards and I looked at the bare floorboards. I felt sick. I knew he was right, what else was left to offer? "Talk to her, Rico. Persuade her. I've no desire to rape the bitch, I want her to give it up willingly. Talk to her, Rico, talk to her." The three men wandered into the kitchen and helped themselves to coffee. I was left clutching my aching back and looking at my wife. Had we sunk this low?, I wondered. Had it really come to this? Gently I shook Erin's shoulder until she came round. When she had fully opened her blue eyes and I was sure she was awake I explained our predicament. She looked up into my eyes and I could see the trust and the love. Again, I felt sick. Completely gutted. "I don't want them to hurt you again," she whispered simply. "I'll do it." I pulled her close to me and kissed her hair. My arms enfolded her body. This addiction must stop, I thought. It has to stop. I was still holding her when Santini, Baker and the third man, Lipton, returned. "Well?" demanded Santini. "What's it gonna be?" I looked at Erin. She nodded and I turned to Santini. "Okay. She'll do it. But please, don't hurt her, Mr. Santini." All three men were smiling and I suddenly realised that Santini was not going to be the only one to take advantage of my wife. But they were all beside her now - surrounding her - and I knew it would do little good to try to change our decision now. "You! Sit back against the wall and don't fucking move!" shouted Lipton at me. I was taken aback by his fierce tone and immediately did as instructed. I could hear the men laughing and joking as they pulled the sheet completely from my wife's body. Like me, Erin had slept naked and as the three men lifted and carried her towards the lone table in the centre of the room, I could see her skin glisten softly in the shadowy half light. I knew I should try to stop what was about to happen, knew I should react, but intelligence told me that my interference would only make matters worse. Erin was lifted and dropped onto the table. The old wooden legs creaked with the strain and I though for a moment that the whole thing might collapse. "I'm going first!" exclaimed Santini, "you guy's can have whatever's left! Now, hold her for me." It was sickening, but also a little exciting to watch Lipton and Baker each grab one of Erin's ankles and pull her legs wide open. She moaned quietly and closed her eyes as her vagina was exposed to us all. "Let's see what she feels like!" continued Santini. His hand went straight to her mound, his fat, gnarled fingers prying her nether lips open and pushing inside. Erin gasped as two of his digits penetrated her and her body reacted with a shudder. Santini continued to work his fingers inside her, thrusting them deeper and deeper and twisting them around. Erin was now lying back with her legs stretched over each side of the table and gasping as she was fingered. I could see that she was still reacting and my emotions became confused as I saw her pussy begin to leak fluid around Santini's fat fingers. "Hey, boss. Looks like she's enjoying it!" cried Baker as he leaned in for a closer look. "Her cunt's getting wet!" "Yeah," Santini replied, "I can feel the walls of her pussy gripping my fingers. I think the bitch is gonna cum!" As if to prove our tormentor correct, Erin suddenly let out a low wailing sound and raised her hips from the table. Her ass was six inches clear of the wooden surface and was bucking onto Santini's fingers. I watched, now fascinated, as her whole body went into spasm and the wail turned into a scream of lustful desire. She was definitely cumming. Erin slumped back down as her orgasm abated and Santini withdrew his fingers from her wet snatch. His zipper was down in a flash and a moment later, his small but very stiff cock was hauled out of his open fly. He rubbed it several times as if hoping it would grow a little in size before taking a standing position between my wife's legs and dragging her towards the edge of the table. There was no finesse, no more foreplay. Santini simply positioned himself and thrust up into Erin's body. They both seemed to groan together as her penetrated her with his weapon and I thought that I saw Erin spread her legs a little wider of her own volition. I looked closer and could see I was right; she was no longer being held by the two goons but opening her legs wide by herself and pointing her naked toes as if she were relishing the assault. Santini was slamming his cock into her pussy with great vigour now as myself and his associates looked on. His hands were on her titties, pinching her nipples and causing her to groan loudly in time with his thrusts. "She's a good fuck!" Santini said to nobody in particular as he continued to rabbit fuck her. "The bitch got a nice tight cunt and a pair of good sized tits, just made for squeezing." To demonstrate his point, the drug supplier twisted Erin's left nipple and pulled on it hard. She squealed and shuddered into another orgasm. "Aaahhhhh, she's gripping my cock with her cunt...I'm gonna cummmmm!" We watched as Santini pulled his wet cock from Erin's dripping wet pussy and jerked himself off over her belly. She squirmed as the hot fluid scorched her skin and wriggled on the table gasping the last remains of her orgasm through gritted teeth. It was then that the table decided it was going to give up. The legs wobbled and creaked and the whole assembly - including my naked and thrashing wife - came crashing to the floor. I made a start towards the heap on the floor but was quickly pushed back by Baker. "I told you to sit down, Rico! Do as you're fucking told!" he shouted at me. I did and saw that Erin was none the worse for her tumble. She stood up shakily, her legs still weak from her two recent orgasms. "Well, the table's no fucking use now!" laughed Baker and turning towards Lipton. "How d'you fancy a sandwich, Lip?" Lipton smiled, understanding his colleagues intentions. I guessed that this was not the first time that they had shared a woman. They moved in a well practised manner; Lipton pulled Erin up to her feet so that she was facing him. His arms circled her waist and dropped to her buttocks, massaging them roughly in his hands and opening them. Baker moved behind her and, quickly releasing a long, thin tool, likewise wrapped his arms around her waist and let his hands drop to her wet pussy. Lipton also took out his cock. Longer and thicker than his friend's weapons, he bent his knees slightly and plunged himself into Erin's vagina that was being held open by Baker's fingers. Erin groaned again as she was stabbed by a much larger cock than the first time. Lipton lunged up into her in proper knee trembling fashion and gripped her butt cheeks. Now it was Baker's turn. I gasped as I watched him jabbing his slender meat at my wife's asshole. She was being moved around by the thrusting that Lipton was doing in her pussy and he had to stop for a brief moment to allow his friend the proper angle of attack. Erin squealed as Baker pushed his cock up her ass. Inch by inch the flesh disappeared into my wife's nether hole and moment by moment her groans of ecstasy became louder and more urgent. It was hard for me to believe that she seemed to be enjoying this so much, but as her titties bounced up and down against Lipton's chest as she was sandwich fucked in both holes, She stood on tiptoes and let out another orgasmic cry. It was a good thing that she was supported between the two big men, because I don't think her trembling legs would have held her up by herself anymore. Her head was against Lipton's shoulder and she was holding onto him tightly as he rammed his tool in and out of her willing vagina while his friend reamed her butt. They ravaged her. They assaulted her. They fucked her back and front until she nearly passed out. "Ah, shit. I'm gonna cum!" cried Lipton "Me too!" exclaimed his colleague. "Let's cum on her, okay?" I watched Lipton nod his agreement and the both men took a step backwards. There was a joint squelching sound as two cocks withdrew from her holes and, now unsupported, Erin collapsed to the floor. Lipton And Baker both stood over her and jerked their meat, simultaneously climaxing and splashing their thick cum onto my wife's body. They groaned, they moaned as they shot their loads covering Erin's pretty face and swollen tits with their seed. She looked exhausted, but still managed to find the energy to massage the sticky fluid into her skin. The traces of cum that had landed in or near her mouth were quickly lapped up by her eager tongue and swallowed down. She looked like a tired but horny bitch. Erin had alway's enjoyed sex in every way before the addiction and often let me take her in the ass. But I never remember her acting like a complete slut before. I began to wonder what I'd been missing out on all these years - I liked this Erin! As the three men dressed and prepared to leave our tatty room, Santini tossed me the bag of white powder. "Take it," he laughed, "the bitch earned it!" I threw it back, shaking my head. "No! That's it for us. We stopping now! We can do it." "You'll be coming back - They always do!" "No way, man. Not us! But if you guys feel like coming back - for a visit or something?" I looked down at Erin, a wide smile on her face as she nodded her agreement. "You'll be made very welcome, I think!" Addiction I'm 23. I live by myself in an apartment. I was sitting on my couch watching a baseball game when I heard my doorbell ring. I went to the door and standing there was a beautiful 22 year old who just moved to town. "Hey, sorry to disturb you, but I'm moving in next door today. I just wanted to let you know so you're not surprised by all the noise." She said. "Oh, no problem. If you need any help, let me know." I replied. "Thanks." Our apartments share a little off-shoot hallway. I closed the door and went back to my game. I'm a big baseball fan, but for some reason I couldn't get this girl out of my head. Her long flowing brown hair, her perfectly sized breast, her enchanting eyes, all of it was distracting me. A few hours passed and I was going insane. No more could I stand the urge, I had to go masterbate. I was mid rub when I hear the bell ring again. Shit! I run and grab my pants and go to the door. I open it while still buckling my belt. "Hey, sorry to disturb you again, but I don't really know where to go to eat yet. Do you have any suggestions?" She asked. "Oh, uh, well, there's a simple food court at the mall down the street..." I stammered trying not to give away that I was just jacking to the thought of her and trying even harder not to blow right then and there. "Or you could just come on in and I can make dinner, I was just about to." Anything to spend more time with her, I thought. "Really? That's so nice of you. Sure, give me about ten minutes and I'll clean up and come back over." "Great, see you in a bit." I ran back to my bed and desperately tried to finish quickly. I hate doing that, but I was now on a time frame. I had to not only get rid of this raging erection, but I had to start preparing dinner. I was rubbing and rubbing, but now the worry of impressing her with my cooking skills got in my way. I looked at the clock. She was going to be back in two minutes. "Forget it, I'll do it later." I got out of bed and went to my kitchen and pulled out a few steaks from my fridge. I heard a knock at the door and opened it anxiously. Before my eyes was an angel. When she said clean up I thought she meant change clothes, not transform into a stunning object of my affection. "Wow. You look great." "Thanks!" She said smiling. "I hope you like steak. It's all I have." "I love steak." "Good. I have a grill on the porch, it should only take about ten or twenty minutes." We sat and talked while the food cooked. It was torture. I couldn't get myself off before she came over and the baby batter was really fucking my head up. I was starting to regret inviting her over because now that means I have to endure this torture for even longer. The steaks finished and we sat and enjoyed them, talking through the whole meal. Once her plate was clear I started doing the dishes and offered her some dessert. She gracefully declined. "You've been so nice, I don't want to burden you any more. And I really should get back to putting my place together" "Sure. And again, if you need any help..." "Thanks. Everything was great. I talked to you soon." "Yeah, talk to you soon." I walked her to the door and let her out. I almost collapsed on the floor. I needed relief fast! I turned around and started making my way towards my bedroom when it happened, another knock at the door. "You have to be fucking kidding me!" I thought. I turned back around and opened the door with a big smile. "What's up?" "Nothing, and I'm so sorry to be bugging you, but I have this problem." "Me too!" I'm thinking. I need to cum, now! "What?" I asked faking interest. "I have a bit of an addiction, and I was hoping you could help me." "Oh, uh, I don't do drugs." I replied confused. "Me neither." "Then what's your addiction?" I asked intrigued. "Cum." "Excuse me?" "I have a cum addiction...I don't know, it's like, I can't get enough and you offered dessert and I said no, because I didn't know how to ask that I wanted your cum for dessert...I'm sorry, I'm making a fool of myself. Forget I said anything, I'll just leave you alone." "Wait!" There is no way I can let this slip out my hands. "Do you really think that I would turn that down?" I asked. "Well, I don't know...I mean, I don't even know if you think I'm attractive. I don't know what your beliefs are as far as sexual contact goes." "Relax. If you want my cum, I would be more than delighted to give it to you. How would you like it?" I was thinking that she may just have me jack off into a cup, but I was praying for something else. "My favorite way is by giving head." "YES!!!" I thought. "But if you're not comfortable with that, I understand" she lamented. "No, no, that works great for me. Here, let's go to my bedroom." We walked together to my room and I almost lost it before we even got there. I sat on the bed and she sat next to me. She pushed me down slowly onto my back and started to unbuckle my belt and pants. Once my pants were off, she slid a hand from the top of my chest down to my cock. She gripped it gently and looked up at me. With our eyes connected she whispered, "Thank you." as she took my cock in her mouth. At first, I was going to explode right away. Not only did I have all this pent up need, but this gorgeous girl was basically begging me for my cock. I did my best to fight cumming so that I could enjoy this even longer. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't last very long. It was maybe five minutes before I felt the point of no return. "I'm gonna cum." I whispered. I didn't worry about cumming in her mouth because I knew that what she wanted. Like lightning, I shot my load deep in her mouth. She swallowed every drop. I laid there, paralyzed, as my cock slip out between her soft lips. "That was amazing." I stammered "Thanks, and thanks. I needed that." "So did I, you have no idea." "Well, I should leave you alone, I've been enough of a bother to you all day." "Hey, I'm happy to help you with your addiction whenever you need." "Thanks, that's so nice of you. I'll see you tomorrow then." "Absolutely." I said eagerly. She left and I cleaned up a little and just went to bed. There was no way my day could have gotten better. I slept perfectly. The next day I was impatiently awaiting the knock at the door. Around five o'clock I finally heard it. I opened the door and let her in. There wasn't much small talk, we both knew exactly why she was here. She was even leading me to the bed this time. "Lay down." She commanded. Things went differently this time. She didn't just go straight for my pants. She stood up and slowly started stripping off her clothes piece by piece. Once she was down to her bra and panties she stopped and stared at me. She gave me the biggest "Fuck me" eyes as she reached behind her and grabbed her bra clasp. Her breasts were freed and they were perfect. I grew fast in my pants and was aching to be freed myself. She could see my erection growing and smiled knowingly as she looped her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs. In front of me was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and she was completely naked. Like a tigress, she crawled on top of me. She lifted my shirt up over my head and played lightly with the little chest hair that I had. She undid my pants and slipped them down. We were now completely naked and she was lying on top on me. Gently, she leaned over to my ear and whispered softly, "Do you want to fuck me?" "Oh my god, yes." "How badly do you want to fuck me?" "I would do anything to fuck you." Without saying anything she rolled over onto her back and opened her legs. With her left hand she spread open her pussy lips and with her right she put her index finger to my lips and then brought her finger to her clit. I got the hint and lowered my head to her beautiful mound. I ate her like I was starving. I needed her to cum all over my face so that she would want nothing more than to be filled by my cock. It didn't take me long. I'm not bragging, but I know how to eat a girl out. She shook violently as her legs wrapped around my head. She went limp and gestured for me to bring my cock to her mouth. She grabbed my cock and placed at the entrance to her mouth. Before she took it in, she said, "You're probably wondering why if I have a cum addiction I would want you to fuck me. That's cum 'going to waste' in my pussy." Taken a back a little I responded, "Honestly, it hadn't crossed my mind, I've been thinking about other things." "Well, just to let you know, the cum addiction isn't just for these lips." She gestured to her mouth. "It's for these lips, too." She lowers her hand to her pussy and starts rubbing her clit. With that, she took my length into her mouth. I slid in and out as she continued to rub her clit. After about seven or eight minutes her hands came up and pushed at my waist, lowering me to her pussy. Without relinquishing control of my cock, she guided the head to her entrance. She grabbed me from the hips and pulled me into her. She let out a moan as I entered her. Her hands were controlling my motions. She pulled me in and out of her and she moaned louder and louder with every entrance. Her pussy was devouring my cock. I got balls deep over and over again. She stopped me and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She reached behind her and grabbed my cock and guided me back into her. This was the first time she gave up control. I placed my hands at the back of her hips and started pounding her from behind. After a few more minutes she sat up and pushed me down onto my back. She climbed on top of me and started riding me. Up and down she bounced as her pussy swallowed my cock. I finally got to the breaking point. I couldn't hold it any longer. "I'm gonna cum." I whispered. "Come on, fill me up. I want your cum. Don't worry, I'm on birth control." "I'm cumming!" I grunted as I exploded hard up into her. She stopped her motion as she wanted to feel my cum shooting into her. Once she could tell my pulses had subsided she slip off of me. She rolled over next to and laid there. Her mouth went to my ear as she nibbled lightly and whispered, "Thank you." "Thank YOU." I said. "See you tomorrow?" She asked. "Of course." I said limply, not able to move from the amazing orgasm. She playfully touched her finger to my nose as she climbed off the bed. She picked up her clothes and without getting dressed she went to the door. Since our apartments share an off-shoot hallway she didn't even bother with her clothes when she left my apartment to go to hers. I could hear her close her apartment door as I laid there in ecstasy. This became a daily routine for us for the next three years until she was offered a job that forced her to move away. We still keep in touch and at least three times a year, we meet up and I help her with her addiction. Addiction I never used to understand it when someone would say "you're like an addiction." I didn't get how a person was like a drug -- something that felt so good, but was so very, very bad. How you could crave someone, ache for their touch, and want to cry when you are denied. I get it now. I want you, in terrible, indescribable, impossible ways. I want you to do things to me that I wouldn't let anyone else do. I want to touch and explore all your secret places, lay claim to them with my hands, my mouth, my tongue... I like to think about you thinking about me; stroking yourself under your desk at work until you can't take it anymore, then running to the men's room to jerk me out from under your skin, leaning against the wall, your mouth open and your eyes closed as you cum into the john. I love imagining you in that crisp grey suit you wear, all business and strength, unable to stop yourself from touching your own cock because you're imagining me riding it. Sometimes, I'm the same way -- seeing you in my head, I have to touch myself, too. My wetness soaks through my panties, through my tight black slacks, until I'm sure the men I walk past can smell my arousal, if only subconsciously. It's never enough to touch myself through my pants...I have to slip a hand into my panties, use my fingertips to stroke my clit until I come, right there in my office. Let me tell you one of my favorite fantasies... You're in the bedroom, and I've come to find you. I want you too much to just let it go, but you won't take me. It's wrong, you whisper, we can't. I want you, I whisper back, and it's too much for you. But no, I can't just have you -- you're going to make me work for it. You bind my wrists in front of me, then leash them to the bedpost. I have enough slack to kneel on the corner of the bed, but I can't go anywhere. In my hands, you place a heavy glass dildo. Over my eyes, you tie a black sash. Show me, you murmur in my ear. Let me see how much you want my cock, and maybe, if you can prove it to me, I'll let you have it. I spread my knees so you can see how wet I already am, almost dripping on the bedspread, just from your touch. I nestle the head of the glass between my pussy lips and start to spread my honey all over. I like to rub the hard, cold glass over my clit, pushing myself against my toy, my hips thrusting as my pleasure starts to rise. The sound of a zipper catches my attention as you free your cock from your slacks, and I can hear the quiet sound of your hand rubbing up and down its length. I know I'm turning you on, and that makes me even hotter. I need more than the glass can give, but you're not ready to let me have it. I want to be filled, so I push my toy deep into my own pussy, fucking myself slowly, rising up on my knees and lowering myself onto the shining, dripping dildo over and over again. I press my wrist against my clit, trying to get as much sensation as possible, but you don't want me coming just yet. You pull the blindfold off of my face, letting me see the arousal in your eyes and in your body. I can't take my eyes off your cock, and my lips part slightly at the sight of it. You lean in, just close enough so I can lick the precum off the tip, and the feel of my hot tongue distracts you so that you lean just a little closer. Seizing my opportunity, I wrap my lips around the head and suck you all the way into my mouth, swallowing you as deep as I can. I swirl my tongue deftly around your shaft as you slowly pull yourself away. I can tell you can't stand to make me stop -- you love the hot, wet suction of my mouth, the sight of my lips stretched around your shaft, the slight whimpers of pleasure I voice as I work your cock with all my skill...but you don't want me taking control, so you back up until I can't reach you anymore. Instead, you grasp your shaft yourself and start pumping away, watching me ride my toy with abandonment. We urge each other on with moans and cries as we bring ourselves to the inevitable conclusion. You cum first, your jism spraying across my breasts, goading to me to my own uncontrollable orgasm. I shudder and cry out, my whole body tensing as the pleasure rips through me, leaving me gasping and frozen. Addiction Click...the line goes dead. It's the first time I've tried to call, my heart pounds so loudly as I feel the dizzying lust consume me. But I stop, I put down the phone and I feel the aching, the aching this lust tightening my stomach muscles, lower...it's addictive. The addiction to the thoughts I have of taking you, gliding inside you so slowly, teasing...it's not real. I have to make this real. I will embrace the lust as long as it consumes me. You're consuming me. We've been working together for a few months, but it's your smile that gives you away. I'll work my way over your body with my eyes, your shoulder length hazel hair, those curls are even teasing me, they intertwine with each other as I dare our bodies to, our hands screaming out to explore every inch of skin. The skin I crave, light yet sun kissed, my tongue drifts over my lower lip as I explore you, my mind has ripped off your shirt and skirt, it has you in your black lace bra and panties, swelling breasts magnetising my thoughts, my fingertips long to trace the line of your hip down to your thigh, this tracing makes you shiver, trembling so softly but wakening the lust inside you. My hands now both return to your hips, I gently pull you to me, your pussy swelling as my cock stiffens against you. I run my fingers around the top of your ear, push my hand into the soft curls and tease your full, rosebud lips towards mine. Instinctively the tip of your tongue lifts slowly against mine, you feel the addiction, you feel the lust, your juices flow. The passion that consumes you when you kiss has taken hold, it demands more, our tongues dart together, dancing around each others, tingling and demanding more. My cock is full and stiff, I feel my balls tighten, my own juices flow within them. I want this to consume me. I hold the shaft of my cock against your clit, then bring the head down and tease your clit through your underwear. I gently unclasp your bra, your skin so soft as my hands trace from around your back to your side. I bring my hands to circle your nipples, teasing all around them, circling around twice, three times, then I cup your heavy breasts with the palm of my hands as my thumbs now trace onto your nipple from underneath, teasing them as they stiffen. My tongue aches to feel this and I break from our kiss to softly trace my tongue around them, my hot, heavy breath stirring the lust within you again, then lowering my mouth as the hot, wet, teasing takes hold. I lower you on to the bed, taking your last piece of underwear off, revealing now every inch of that skin I have become addicted to. I lie by your side as we enter another kiss, demanding more of each other. My right hand slips up your thigh as you allow me to gently pinch your around your labia and clit, the friction teases you as you tighten and allow yourself more pleasure. Your right hand runs along the length of my cock, cupping my balls and demanding to feel the lust I have for you. You keep tightening, your clit screams for more as my finger traces around it, my tongue on your nipples, you feel my cock throbbing at your thigh. The lust consumes me and I move over you, I push just the head of my cock inside your lusting, wet pussy and force the head up under your clit. Your hands grab my hips, don't waste this time, they say, fuck me. I need you to fuck me. My cock inches further and further inside you, you gasp as you tighten around me, I pulse and you moan softly. I'm inside you, fully inside you, you feel the lust grow as our hips rock together, as you become wetter and wetter I go deeper, I feel your sex, I feel you wholly and I want to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you. The rocking becomes deeper, my strokes are longer, I pull back so the head of my cock comes back to your clit, then thrusts deeper inside than the last stroke. You pull my tight backside closer with your hands, demanding more of me. I give it to you, I thrust harder and harder, you feel all of me inside you, that thick, hard cock pushing deeper inside of you, aching, lusting, fuck me, drive that cock deeper inside me. You feel my come flow inside you, you pulse, it takes you over and you tighten around my cock, deep in the sex we share, pulsing, coming. A kiss, softer, sensual, the passion still flows between us. Yours and mine. This addiction is real. You consume me. Addiction I sat in stunned silence watching myself on the screen, not believing the look on my face. There I was on my knees in front of this young black man pleading with him to allow me to take his cock out of his pants. I remember the anticipation I felt as he made me wait, my pussy was creaming and then as an honor, he allowed me to drop his pants to the floor. I looked into his eyes and as I held this huge monster in both hands, I kissed just the tip letting my tongue tease the opening. Teasing him further I put just the head in my mouth until he grew into full erection. He grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair to hold my head in place and then shoved his huge cock down my throat. The screen showed the look of panic in my face as I was choking on him so bad I couldn't breathe. I was making some awful gagging sounds and I was thinking at the time that I might die right there but just as things started to get blurry to me, he pulled himself out of my throat. I watched myself gasping for air, my eyes were all teary, and saliva was running out of my nose and mouth and onto my new silky bra. Still as soon as I could breathe regularly, I put him back in my mouth and down my throat until I was choking again. When he was ready to cum he again pulled himself out of my mouth and erupted in my face, sending ropes of sticky white love juice to cover me. My eyes were burning from the sting of his sperm and my mouth ached from stretching around his monster yet I remember that I was disappointed that it was over. As the video ends I am pulling his pants back up and after lovingly cleaning his cock with my tongue I tuck him back into his pants. The scene fades with the camera on me as I scrape off his cum with my fingers and then sucking it off them with a contented smile on my face. This video was proof that I had an addiction that was growing at an alarming rate. It's just I love black cock and the beautiful white cream that shoots out of it. I've been telling myself it was my boyfriend Lamont that I loved but I had to admit it was just his cock I loved. Lamont treats me like shit; he openly cheats on me sometimes he even makes me participate while he is screwing some girl. In fact, Lamont loaned me to the web site 'Blue Eyed Blondes Suck Black Cock' to make the video. I told him I wouldn't do it, that it was demeaning, what if someone I knew saw it but he laughed at me and then after he told me he would leave me I meekly submitted. So here, I was on a website literately viewed by millions of people doing unspeakable acts. I realized I was now past the point of no return and it had become public knowledge that I was a black cock slut. I said it again to myself, "Black cock slut," this was the first time I had admitted what I'd become and somehow it felt freeing, as if I'd come out of the closet, so to speak. I watched the vid again thinking of the feelings of lust I had while making it and I wanted more of the same. Because Lamont doesn't allow me to call him, I went down to the bar where he hangs out in hopes of finding him. I sat down at the bar to ask the barkeep if he had seen my boyfriend Lamont. He told me that the guys at the bar were just talking about me and then he turned his computer screen around to show me he had my picture as wallpaper. There I was on my knees paying homage to the huge cock I was about to suck. He then told me Lamont had been in and left with another blonde that was at the bar, He saw this saddened me and came around to sit next to me to cheer me up, he said. When he said I looked hot in the video, I thanked him without thinking and then blushed as I saw myself on his PC. I was already all worked up and as I sat there, I kept thinking how sexy it was making that video. The bartender must have read my mind for he just took my hand and led me around back behind the bar. Once he was back at his station, without a word, he gently pushed me to my knees and I obeyed knowing what he wanted. I wanted his cock so bad I couldn't stand it so I unzipped him and freed his from his trousers. His was not a huge cock like the man in the video, but it was black and that's all I cared about, so happily, I sucked him off as he worked the bar and chatted with customers all the while ignoring me. Every so often, he would tell one of his friends to look over the bar to see me and one time I glanced to see a woman watching me humiliate myself. When the bartender finally came, he used my face just as had been done in the video, and when he was done with me, he just pushed me away not even thanking me. I calmly got off my knees and walked to the ladies room with his spunk running down my cheeks. I looked into the mirror at my disgusting image and although I felt humiliated, I was actually more turned on than anything else. I cleaned my face, once again enjoying the taste of the seed from a black cock. As I left the lavatory, a good-looking black man walked by me leering and I brazenly turned around following him into the men's room. Addiction This is a long story of mine that I've been working on for quite some time now. If you spend the time to read the whole thing, please leave a comment or at least rate it. Enjoy. "So Doc, ahh crazy question - is it possible to be um, like, addicted to a person?" It was a crazy question and Tom was somewhat embarrassed by even asking it, but it was a question that he had been wondering about for days now. The doctor, actually a psychologist, was a bespectacled balding man in his fifties, who had heard a whole lot of crazier things in his twenty odd years of practice. He was aware that Tom was serious and he needed more information before he could give an answer. "Do you think that you are addicted to a person Mr. Jensen?" Tom took a deep breath and scratched his forehead before answering "Well, there's this girl that I kinda like, I guess, but I like lots of girls if you know what I mean." He glanced up at the doctor who was writing something on his clipboard, then continued. "I mean, I kinda play the field right now, you know, I'm not really ready to settle down just yet. But then there's this girl who is hot, and I went out with her a few times, and it was good you know, but it was just like any other time and any other girl. She was just a... a distraction I guess. You know she was fun and all, but not any more than that." He stopped to think about what else to say because the rest was tricky. The doctor looked up and adjusted his glasses "Go on Mr. Jensen, you're doing fine." Another sigh and then "Well, we went out like, maybe three times and I was still seeing other girls. She knew that too. I told her that I wasn't exclusive with her from the beginning, it wasn't like I was hiding it you know. And then, one night, she calls me out of the blue and says she wants to see me. Actually she told me that she wanted sex. It wasn't the first time we had sex either. So I went over and, like one thing leads to another you know and we get undressed and she, like pulls my face down to her... you know." "She wanted you to perform oral sex on her." the good doctor finished for him. "Yeah that's it. So like I go down there and I smell her... and it's like there's something about her smell. It's not normal, but not in a bad way or anything. It was like I couldn't get enough of her smell, and she kept encouraging me to. 'Keep smelling me' she says and 'that's it, breathe it all in'. It's like she knew something, but at the time I didn't realize anything was wrong. I just kept smelling her scent and it was like heaven." He glanced up at the doctor and realized that he was listening intently this time, not writing anymore. "Can you describe what you felt as you were smelling her?" "I really didn't think so at the time but later when I thought about it I realized that I felt... almost high. Like I was intoxicated by her odor. The weirdest part of this is that I keep having these cravings now. I can't stay away from her for more than a day or I have... withdrawals." The doctor adjusted himself in his chair, as if he had become uncomfortable, and asked his next question. "Can you explain what you mean by 'withdrawals'?" "Well, I haven't gotten sick or anything, but I get really tense and I can't think clearly. All I can think about is getting back between her legs and smelling her and licking her. Even when I'm with another woman, we could be having sex and I could be eating her pussy" he paused when he realized how crudely he just spoke and looked to see if he had offended the doctor. There was no discernible difference in his demeanor so Tom continued "Sorry, I could be performing oral sex and I'm still thinking about how quickly I can get out of there to go see Ka- the other girl. It's bizarre." "What about your job, has that suffered at all?" The doctor inquired. Another deep breath from Tom and then "Yeah, I think about her at work all the time. My boss has noticed that I haven't been myself and was asking me what was going on. I told him that I have some personal issues that I'm dealing with. Doc, it's affecting every aspect of my life lately. If I go more than one day without seeing her, without smelling her, I can't sleep, I can't function, and I'm afraid that it's getting worse." "When was the last time you was with her?" "I went to her place last night around eight o'clock and every night I feel the need to go over earlier. Just a few days ago I could hold out until ten P.M. And when I go to her place, even when I just pop in without calling, she's expecting me, like she knows I'm going to show up." The good doctor sat for about twenty seconds thinking about what he had been told then gave his perspective "Well, to be honest Mr. Jensen, you can't become addicted to a person's smell; however, the juices that an aroused female produces from her vagina can be quite an aphrodisiac to a heterosexual man, and may create the feelings that are similar in fashion to an addiction. It seems to me though that your reaction is much more intense than normal. It has affected all aspects of your life and that is not a good thing. Not to belittle you Mr. Jensen, but I believe that what you are experiencing is all in your head. Perhaps your feelings for this young lady are deeper than what you are willing to admit. Love works in strange ways you know." "I'm NOT in love with her, if that's what you think. She's cute and all, but she's not really my type." "But you've slept with her." "Yeah, she was a good time and all, but I don't want to marry her or anything." Nodding his head, the doctor of psychology stood up and glanced at the clock on the wall. "I'm going to teach you some exercises to help calm you and focus you. I believe that this will be an easy fix, but you just need to focus your brain on something other than the young lady that has got you in such a fix. I'm also going to recommend that you get an over the counter sleep aid to help you get a good nights rest. I think you can take care of this relatively easy Mr. Jensen, and you'll realize that you are not really addicted to her at all, just infatuated." "I hope you are right doc." 2 Later that evening, Tom started feeling the urge again around five P.M., and he immediately started doing the breathing exercises that he had learned earlier. Deep breathing and shaking out the stress helped him feel better after ten minutes and he was confident that it was going to work. The doctor told him that if he could resist going back to her, his body would forget the craving and he could go back to his normal life. It lasted about twenty minutes while he attempted to keep himself busy, but then he started to think about her again. He resisted for ten minutes then did the breathing again until he was relaxed and thinking clearly again. This time it took him twenty minutes to calm down and it was now six o'clock. He made himself busy cooking dinner and tried singing along to the radio, but soon found himself with the cravings again. He glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was only ten past six and he felt even more jittery than before he did the calming exercises the second time. He had planned to tough it out until eight o'clock and then take a sleeping pill, hoping that if he made it through the night, he would put as much distance between himself and her as possible. He tried to ignore the feelings that were building in him, he was still cooking after all, but soon he was so preoccupied that he wound up burning his meal. Hungry and angry at himself, he sat down and started once more with the breathing. Even doing his exercises, he still couldn't calm his incessant cravings and after just ten minutes of trying, he decided he needed the sleeping pills. The problem was that when he left the doctor's office, he had forgotten to stop at the pharmacy and that meant that he had to go out now. Grabbing his keys he headed out the door. He nearly made it to the pharmacy before he turned and headed toward Kayla's house. He was convinced that she had done something to him and he was determined to confront her and find out what. He broke more than one speed limit on the way and finally pulled into her driveway. It was seven o'clock. Tom jogged up the front steps and stopped at the door. He took a deep breath and let it out between pursed lips and then knocked loudly. As he waited rather impatiently, he noticed that his usually steady hand was trembling badly. He made a fist and crossed his arms over his chest. A few seconds later, he heard a female voice from inside the house call out "You can come in Tom." It was definitely Kayla, but how did she know it was him? He opened the door and walked into the foyer, closing the door behind him. He made his way down the short hallway to the room he assumed she would be, and as he walked he was struggling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was angry with himself for being so weak and angry with Kayla because he was sure that she had something to do with his problem; on the other hand, he was excited and couldn't wait to be in the same room with her. He turned right and walked into the living room and was relieved to see she was lounging on the couch. She looked the same as always; shoulder length, fiery red curly hair, a smattering of freckles on her cheeks and forehead, thick soft red lips, and a cute little nose. Her eyes were what Tom always noticed first though. Her eyes just had a way about them that he found super sexy. No matter what the conversation was about or what she was looking at, he thought that her eyes were her best feature. Her body wasn't too shabby either, although in his mind, she could have lost a few pounds. She wasn't fat by any means, but she had a little more belly fat than he preferred. He also thought that her ass had too much cushion. Even though he would agree that she was a beautiful woman, and perfect for some lucky guy, she wasn't right for him because he wanted to be seen with a Barbie doll girl. "Hi Tom, I've been waiting for you." She said, smiling sweetly. Tom was confused because he hadn't told her he was coming over. "Why, were expecting me?" he asked. "Come on Tom, we both know that you can't resist me." Tom had all he could do to keep himself from rushing over to her and diving between her legs, but his anger was also rising. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!?!" he shouted, stepping around a table, but resisting the urge to jump on her. Showing no fear, Kayla said "Sit down Tom." Feeling a drop of sweat rolling down his temple Tom was shocked by her attitude. After all, he was a strong man and she was a just a woman. He could easily have his way with her if he wanted, and yet she didn't seem the least bit worried. He fought the urge to keep yelling and said "I don't want to sit down, I want to know the truth." "Tom, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it and not question it. Now sit your ass down." He paused for only a second, and then he sat on the footstool in front of her. If someone had asked him later why he had sat when she ordered him, he would have said it was because he wanted to know what she had done to him, but the truth was, he didn't know why he obeyed her. "Good boy." She beamed brightly again. "Okay, so you want the truth huh? I knew that you would soon enough. So, where to begin? Well to start with, the company I work for, Scent Designs, started testing what we like to call 'designer scents'. The idea is that they will take a sample of a clients DNA and use that to make a scent that is perfectly matched to that person. They needed a variety of DNA from several different people and I volunteered. They made scents for twenty different people and started testing it on the first five volunteers. I was in the last five so I originally didn't get any of my special scent. The tests were a success, at first. The first five volunteers were told to bring in their favorite perfume or cologne. They used the store bought stuff on one arm and the specialized scent on the other. A panel of judges were assigned the task of smelling each arm individually, and then picking which scent they preferred. Apparently, it became quite obvious that something was different when the judges were smelling the designer scents. They all picked the DNA enhanced versions without first being told which arm was which." "A day after the initial tests were conducted, both the judges and the subjects all started to experience some peculiar side effects. The judges were desperate to get back to the person that they originally smelled. They had become addicted, because of one smell. Meanwhile, the test subjects all begged for more of the scent. Well the testing should have stopped right then, but instead, the judges and the test subjects were given what they wanted. Each test subject was given more of their individual scent, and each judge was allowed to smell them. I was lucky enough to be able to watch what was happening, and I've got to tell you Tom, I was enthralled." "These people were relative strangers, but it was as if they had lost their inhibitions. No one got naked or anything, but I'm talking, judges were sticking their noses in places that they would never had done had it not been for the scent, and no of them seemed to care in the least, as long as they got what they wanted. Well after that, all production of new designer scent was halted until our scientists could figure out the whole addiction thing, and the other fifteen test subject were put on hold, no one else could use the stuff. I mean, we wanted something that people were going to love, but not become addicted to." "Meanwhile, the original five test subjects and judges continued on with the experiment. At least for a few more days anyway. You see, one other side effect became apparent after a few days of usage. Parts of the test subjects bodies were...enlarging and becoming more sensitive with each application of the scent. It was determined at that point that there were too many risks to continue the program, so it was shut down. All the people who became addicted had to go through specialized detox. There was no long term damage done, but the rest of the designer scents that were made were all supposed to be destroyed. I didn't want my batch to be destroyed Tom, I wanted what the test subjects had, and I needed to find a way to get my scent before it was destroyed." "Luckily for me though, the guy that was responsible for destroying the samples likes me. He's a nice guy, but he's kind of a geek, not at all like you. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes a few times and promise him a blowjob and he snuck out my sample. Then I just needed to pick the perfect person to be my bitch, and after I found out how good you are in the sack, all I had to do was invite you over for sex and spray on some of my special scent. You were hooked immediately, and every time that you smelled my pussy after that you were more addicted until now." Tom was incensed and yet he could only think of getting his fix. He started mumbling out loud, his mind a jumbled mess "I knew it was something. I told him but he didn't believe me. He will now though, he has to believe me." Tom didn't even realize that he was talking out loud. Kayla heard it all and quickly leaned forward "Who did you tell Tom?" she asked. She watched his eyes darting around and realized that he needed a fix to clear his mind. She hadn't yet sprayed herself with the scent so she said "Tom, wait here, I need to freshen up and then you can have this." She pointed to her crotch and saw his eyes light up. "I'll be right back" she assured and quickly hurried to the bathroom. She could hear Tom still mumbling as she went. Once in the bathroom, she yanked her shorts down and grabbed the spray bottle. She pointed the sprayer at her pussy, but stopped before she sprayed. A wicked smile played over her face as an evil idea came to her. She bent forward at the waist and with her right hand she pulled her right ass cheek open. Then, with the bottle in her left hand, she placed the nozzle right up against her puckered asshole and squeezed the trigger. She felt the cool liquid spray in her anus and laughed out loud. She felt so wicked and couldn't wait to see Tom's face. 3 She walked back to the living room naked and saw Tom perk up when he saw her. She moved to the couch and sat in the center, spreading her legs wide apart. Tom nearly dove face first into her pussy and started sniffing all around. She watched him with amusement as he searched all around her sex but still wasn't getting what he desperately needed. Finally he looked up at her in confusion. She burst out laughing at the expression on his face, she couldn't help herself, he looked so pathetic. She took his face in her hands and pulled him up close to her face. "Honey," she cooed "I've got a special treat for you tonight. I've hidden what you need somewhere on my body and it's up to you to find it, if you really want it." Of course he really wanted it, and he was determined to find it too. Like a hound dog searching for a fox, he started sniffing all over her body, his nose tickling her. He was absolutely frantic as he sniffed up one side and down the other. He went up and down both arms and legs. Her feet had a unpleasant cheesy smell, but he worked his way around every inch and up the back of her legs. Finally he looked at her and said, "It's not here, I've gone over every inch of you." Smiling again Kayla said "You haven't smelled every inch yet." and she motioned to the one part that he hadn't smelled, the part she was sitting on. Her ass. He looked down at where she was sitting and back at her eyes. A tear rolled down his face as he realized how low he was at this point. Kayla reached up and wiped away the tear then said "If you want your fix, you need to lay on the floor." A once strong man who would never have let a woman treat him like this a few weeks ago, Tom hung his head dejectedly and rolled onto the floor. His brain didn't want this and kept yelling at him to fight this feeling, but his body craved it so bad that his brain was overruled. He watched as she crawled on top of him and scooted her ass up to his chin. Looking down into his eyes she said "I'm afraid that your gonna have to go digging for it." He wondered what she meant as she slid over him. He looked up at her ass and from this perspective it seemed enormous. He started sniffing all over the globes of her cheeks first as she hovered about an inch over him. When that didn't bring the results he craved, he stuck his nose into her sweaty crack and inhaled her womanly scent. Her smell was strong musk but not too unpleasant and he did get just a slight rush as a tiny bit of the designer scent was also inhaled. A little more investigation and he came to the realization that it was not on her ass but in her ass. He whimpered at the thought of what he had to do. He reached up and grabbed her by the waist and guided her asshole to his nose. "Oh there you go, you got it now." Kayla said as she let him pull her where he needed. She felt his nose sink into her crack and push up against her anus. She was absolutely loving the feeling of power she was feeling right now and thinking to herself that if it felt this good with one man, how great would it be to have more. This wasn't the first time Tom had been this close to a woman's asshole, but this was quite different. In the previous instances, he had been the aggressor. Hell he was always the aggressor with women. In his mind that was the way it was supposed to be. The stronger male was the dominant one while the weaker female was the submissive. What was happening here was all wrong. He kept sniffing deeply and was getting some of what he needed, but not nearly enough. It was like an alcoholic who only has one wine cooler. It is alcohol, but not enough. As degrading as it was, he was trying to insert his nose into her asshole, but it just wasn't working. Then he heard her say something that made him wince. "Try sticking your tongue up there, that should work." He cringed but he knew she was right. It was a horrible sinking feeling to think that he had to stick his tongue in her ass to get what he wanted, but his craving was so strong at this point that he tried. He tried but her sphincter muscle was too tight. He could feel himself getting frantic until he heard Kayla's calming voice say, "Lick around it gently and it will open for you." Addiction He would try anything at this point so he started licking all around her puckered anus, lubing it up with his saliva. Kayla enjoyed the feeling of having her asshole licked and this being her first time, she decided then and there that she wanted to do it more. For about a minute that seemed like a lifetime to Tom, he licked her wrinkled brown hole. He was starting to think that licking gently wasn't working when he realized that his tongue was actually sinking in deeper each time he slid it over. It was loosening so he took a chance and pushed hard and was rewarded as he sank in deeply. He heard Kayla moan loudly, but to him she seemed miles away. There was a slight tingling sensation on his tongue and he felt a rush go through his body. It was so intense that his penis expanded rapidly and his mind came into clear focus. He had definitely hit the pay dirt that he was searching for, and he wanted more. The smell and taste were forgotten as was the depressing feelings he had felt and the shame. What he felt now was his need being taken care of. It was like a vampire who was feeding on the neck of a victim and getting strength from that feeding. The feelings Kayla were experiencing was quite different. She was shocked at how good this ass play felt and she started rubbing her sopping pussy. She couldn't remember the last time her pussy got this wet without anyone touching it. In fact, she was so turned on, she could smell her arousal stronger than ever before. Even that heightened her excitement. As the feelings intensified, she rubbed her clitoris faster and soon forgot that there was a man beneath her ass. She lowered herself down so she was sitting full weight on his face. Her breathing had become a series of short sharp breaths sounding almost like a locomotive chugging down the tracks. "WHOO WHOO WHOO WHOO" Her fingers became a blur and she stretched her legs out straight which put more weight on Tom's abused face. The muscles in her legs tightened up as the pressure built, this caused her ass cheeks to squeeze together, clamping down forcefully on his nose. When Tom started getting what he needed out of Kayla's ass he was in heaven, but as she lost control of her muscles and dropped on his face, he was just in pain. At first, the weight of her pressing on his face was bad enough, but at least her chunky ass was soft. He still had his tongue deep inside her and for the moment he was still able to breathe with some difficulty. But when her muscles clamped down, the softness disappeared and became hard. He couldn't breathe anymore and his nose felt like it was about to snap like a twig. He pushed with his hands, trying to lift her up to relieve the pressure, but in his position, he had no leverage, and the little that he moved her only made things worse when he dropped her. He heard a snap and saw bright lights flash as the pain exploded in his head. He dug his fingernails into her thighs, shaking in agony and yelping, certain that his nose was busted now. With absolutely no care in the world for the whimpering man underneath her, Kayla started bouncing her butt every so slightly up and down as her orgasm overtook her. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her muscles ridged, her breath caught in her throat, and her pussy and ass contracting in ripples as she rode the pleasure wave. Sometime during her orgasm, her pussy squirted a small jet of clear fluid which dripped down into Tom's hair, and she lost control and farted. She wasn't screaming during her intense cum, she wasn't much of a screamer anyway; instead she was gritting her teeth, her eyes rolled back, and her body trembled like a leaf in the breeze. The agony for Tom intensified when she started to cum because she bounced up and down. Her ass that had been so soft earlier was now hard and unforgiving. Yet throughout the pain, he was still trying to get to the sweet nectar that was slowly dripping out of her ass. His need was being satisfied, his addiction being sated in spite of his pain and his asphyxiation. When she started cumming though, his tongue was forced out by her sphincter clamping down hard. He was just a seat now, for he was not helping her cum anymore. He felt wetness on his head and almost instantaneously his cheeks were filled with a powerful blast of hot fetid air. The gas that escaped her ass was sealed in completely by his face and much of was inhaled in his injured nose. Now his nose felt like it was on fire from the inside and he started slapping on her thighs with his hands, desperate to dislodge her. The slapping on her thighs was a minor annoyance after the monumental orgasm left Kayla in a haze of bliss. She sat for another thirty seconds while her heart slowed and her muscles stopped trembling. Finally she slid her ass back to his chest, and gasped when she saw his face. He had been completely out of air for well over a minute and had nearly passed out. His face had gone past red and was nearly blue. A pulsating vein stood out on his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot and haggard looking. He had two black eyes and his nose was crooked. There was milky white cream mixed with brownish slime all over his face like a glazed donut. He looked as if he had just fought a heavyweight boxer. His eyes were open and he still awake, but barely. Kayla slapped him lightly on his cheeks until he woke up fully, then climbed off him to let him recuperate. Tom rolled on his side and held his face in his hands. "You broke my fucking nose." he said, although it sounded more like "You bwoke my fuckin dose." Kayla genuinely felt bad for breaking his nose but she didn't want him to know that so she bit her lip and said "Oh you poor baby, you're lucky I didn't smother you to death. Now, if you want to be able to get what you need easier next time, you'll tell me who you talked to about me." Tom turned back to look at her "What?" he asked, forgetting that he had said anything. "After I told you about the designer scents you said 'I told him but he didn't believe me.' So who did you tell Tom?" Tom closed his eyes as he was suffering through the worst headache ever. "I was talking to my psychologist Dr. Hewes, but I ah, I didn't tell him your name I think. He didn't believe me anyway. Wait till I tell him this story though. Maybe he'll HUUAAAH..."he didn't get to finish his sentence because she suddenly turned and plopped her ass back down on him, this time landing right on his belly. He wasn't expecting it and she knocked his breath right out of him. "You won't tell him anymore because the next time you go see him, I'm going with you." Confusion would have been evident on Tom's face if his face hadn't been broken and battered. For now though, he was in too much pain, and he just nodded in agreement. 4 Tom spent the night with Kayla, but not in her bed. She made him sleep at the foot of her bed on the floor and she gave him a bag of frozen peas to put on his swollen face. The next morning, he made two phone calls. The first was to his job, which he lied and said that he was much too sick to work and would be out the rest of the week. It was Thursday anyway so he would miss only two days and he had several sick days already built up. The second call was to Dr. Hewes office. He called before they opened for patients and asked the receptionist if he could get an emergency appointment with the doctor. He told her that he really needed the latest possible appointment, preferably the very last of the day. She told him that he was in luck and could see the doctor at four o'clock that afternoon, the last appointment. He had no idea why Kayla wanted to see Dr. Hewes or why she wanted to be the last appointment, but he really didn't care either. As long as she took care of his needs. Afterward, he went into the bathroom and looked at his battered face. His nose looked somewhat straighter after he had tried snapping it back into place the night before. He had taken three aspirin and had numbed it somewhat with the frozen peas before trying to re-align it. His face still looked like he had been in a car accident though. His still had two black eyes and his nose was also discolored. They had breakfast together and Tom asked Kayla just what she had in mind at Dr. Hewes. She grinned a somewhat evil looking grin and said "I think Dr' Hewes will be very interested to find out that you were telling the truth. I was under the impression that doctors were supposed to listen to their patients and try to help them, not dismiss their problems as something in their heads." "So you're going to tell him about this magical spray stuff then?" "I'm going to do better than that Tom. I'm going to make him smell it, and you are going to help me. That is if you want more of my pussy." Tom knew that she wasn't just talking about her pussy, but about the spray that he would be having withdrawal symptoms from if he didn't get his daily fix in time. The thought of having someone else addicted to Kayla made him nervous. What if she ran out of the spray? She did say after all that it wasn't being made anymore. Plus, he was a little bit jealous. "I don't think I'm okay with helping you do that." He said "I mean, why would you even want to do that?" Kayla put her fork down, picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth before looking him in the eyes. "First of all," she said coldly "you don't get to have an opinion. You're just an ass eating slave. Second, if you don't like it then you can leave anytime, I'm sure that you can overcome your addiction to me eventually." she picked her fork back up and took another bite of egg before saying while chewing "Why don't you get under the table and put your fucking tongue to work. I'm horny." Tom sat for a moment looking down at his half eaten breakfast. He was still hungry and he was ashamed for having so little willpower. He wanted to tell her to go get fucked but he knew that he wouldn't. he glanced back at Kayla who had resumed eating and then he slid forward out of the chair and onto his knees under the table. It was a small round table with four chairs around it and a white tablecloth covering it. Once under the table, he felt like he was in a cocoon. He reached over and pulled apart the sides of her robe, exposing her cotton panties. He could faintly smell her womanly odor. Taking both sides of her panties, he edged them down past her thick thighs, around her folded knees and down her calves until they fell off her feet. As he glanced back up at her exposed vagina, he smelled her aroma again, now much sharper than before. Realizing that he would have difficulty reaching her like she was sitting, she scooted her ass forward to the edge of the chair and sighed deeply as she felt his mouth attach to her moistening pussy. She hadn't sprayed any of the scent on this morning so she knew that he wouldn't get anything out of this other than maybe an erection. For the first few minutes she kept eating her breakfast while he was eating her, but as the feelings intensified, she put down her fork and gripped the side of the table. His tongue was fluttering all around her clit and then he would slide down lower and stick his tongue into her pussy hole before going back to her sensitive clit again. Something was strange though and Tom realized it the more he licked and sucked her. Her clitoris seemed to be bigger than he remembered it being. He understood that the clitoris was like a miniature penis and that it filled with blood, thereby making it larger, when it was excited, but he had been down here before a few times and he never remembered it being this big. In fact, the first few times he had gone down on her, he had had trouble finding her clit. Now, her clit stuck out more than a half inch and was swelled up to the size of his thumb. It was certainly much more convenient this way and he wrapped his lips around it and whipped his tongue over it as fast as he could. The sensations for Kayla were inexplicably heightened. To her it felt like he was doing something different than he had done before and it felt divine. She was getting closer and closer and then "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHSSSSHHHHIIIIITTTTTT" she screamed in ecstasy and was overtaken by her orgasm. Her legs clamped together on Tom's head reminding him that he still had a headache, and she felt the sudden urge to pee, although she hadn't had to pee before. She made a split second decision and decided to let it spray, not sure if it was urine or not. She pushed like she was peeing and felt a jet of fluid spray from her twitching cunt. It only intensified the already overwhelming feelings and she opened her mouth and screamed again. This time "OOOOOOOHHHHHHYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS". She couldn't remember ever having an orgasm so powerful, or one that lasted so long. It seemed to go on and on and by the time it wound down, she was out of breath, covered in a sheen of sweat, and shaking uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Tom's face was wedged between her thighs and he was trying not to drown in her ejaculate. He hadn't been expecting the sudden forceful spray and his mouth was filled quickly. Some went down his throat and made him cough. He pulled back and bumped his tender nose causing him to yell in pain and lose his erection. Once finished, Kayla pushed away from the table and made her way to the bathroom without acknowledging the man kneeling under the table. She walked to the bathroom with a purpose and it wasn't to clean up or to use the toilet, it was to spray her pussy with another squirt of the designer spray. She didn't know why she did it because Tom wasn't asking for it yet. For some reason she just felt like she needed it. She had noticed after about the third time she had sprayed herself that it gave her a pleasant tingly feeling and calmed her each time she sprayed herself. She didn't know what it meant and right now she didn't care. After she sprayed herself, she lifted the bottle and saw that it was about half empty. For some reason that made her feel nervous about running out and she started to form a plan to ensure that she wouldn't run out. 5 They both showered and got dressed and Kayla grabbed the bottle and dropped it in her purse. She was going to leave Tom at her place but then decided he could come with her. She had to go to her job in order to secure some more scent. Ten minutes later they pulled into the three quarter full parking lot of Scent Designs. Kayla told Tom to wait in the car and went into the building. She didn't bother to punch in because she wasn't planning on working today. Instead, she headed for the laboratory and the one person who could make more of what she needed. There was at least a dozen people in the lab and the one person that she was looking for was Arnold Peters, the man that she convinced to sneak out her special scent. Arnold was an overweight, balding man with thick glasses and a pimply face. Not the most handsome man for sure and that was why he was so easy to manipulate. She had promised him to suck his dick if he would get her the scent and she hadn't yet paid him. To be fair, she hadn't planned to pay him when she made the deal. She knew that he wouldn't tell anyone because it would mean not only losing his job, but also prosecution. Now however, she needed something else and she had no choice. She found him sitting at his chair looking into a microscope, and when he saw her standing there, the look he gave her was not very pleasant. "What are you doing here?" he growled under his breath. "Do you want to get me fired?" "Oh keep your panties on." She quipped, then "We need to talk, can you take a break?" He looked around and saw that he was being watched by a couple of coworkers. "C'mon" he said and took her by the arm heading toward the door. As he walked he told another worker "Mark, I'll be back in fifteen minutes, I'm taking my break." Apparently Mark wasn't too happy with that because he quickly pointed out that it wasn't time to take a break. Arnold looked angrily at Mark and snapped back "I don't take smoking breaks like half the other people in here so I guess it won't hurt if I take one fifteen minute break." Kayla could tell that Mark was not used to being talked to like that and she was impressed with Arnold. She didn't think he had it in him. She smiled slyly as he led her out of the lab and down the hall. Soon, they were out in the parking lot and he led her to his car, a compact foreign car. He unlocked the doors with a push of a button, put her in the passenger's seat, and hurried around to the drivers seat. From Kayla's car, Tom sat wondering what was going on. Once he was in the car with the door closed, Arnold turned toward Kayla and said "Okay Kayla, what are you doing here?" "I need some information from you." She answered. "Oh you do huh?" she could tell he was angry "Why the hell should I give you anything? We had a deal and you still owe me. I should have known that you wouldn't pay up." He looked almost ready to cry. "Oh please, I thought you were the smart one here. I haven't taken care of my side of the agreement YET because I had to make absolutely sure that what you gave me was the right stuff. For all I knew, you could have given me a spray bottle of water. It took me a few weeks to find the perfect test subject and then I needed a couple more weeks to see if it actually worked." The expression on his face had completely changed from anger and hurt to hope. "So did it work?" He asked. "Like a charm. It works even better than I could have imagined." This was the hard part for her, but it was necessary. "Take out your cock Arnold." Arnold's eyes got wide. "What...you want to do it here...now?" "No time like the present. It's time I showed you that I'm a woman of my word." she reached across and slid her hand between his legs. He looked around the parking lot, obviously very nervous. "Jesus Kayla what if someone walks by?" "Are you gonna take your cock out of your pants or what Arnold? I think he wants to come out." she was rubbing the rapidly swelling lump. For a few uncertain moments, Arnold struggled with his worries so Kayla gave him something else to think about, "Don't forget, you only have about ten more minutes." That got him moving. He lifted his ass up while unbuttoning his fly and awkwardly slid his pants down. Kayla smiled at his nervousness and said "You don't want me to suck you through you underwear now do you?" Arnold looked at her with wide eyes, seemingly ready to pop out of his head, and then carefully slid down his underwear. He was shy, and seemed embarrassed when his semi-hard penis flopped onto his thigh. Kayla grinned widely and decided to give him a little encouragement. "Why Arnold, I do believe you've been holding out on me." She took his rapidly rising member into her hand and found that it was sweaty, or maybe it was her own palm that was sweaty, but either way, she was not looking forward to this. She steeled herself, then, licking her lips in an exaggerated sexy way, she leaned down real close and licked the very tip of his penis with the very tip of her tongue. It tasted salty and her nose was filled with his musky smell, but she pushed herself to continue. Arnold's dick surged up with blood and was almost instantly fully erect. Standing up at about seven inches with a mushroom shaped head. She blew some cool air on it and giggled when it twitched. Then she sat back up. Arnold looked almost ready to pass out and nearly yelled "Is that it? You call that a blow job?" he was shaking like a leaf and she hadn't done anything yet. "Of course not Arnold. I just need one piece of information first. Tell me who manufactured my special scent and I'll suck you dry." "AHH shit... it was uhh... it was Laura...Laura Stanwick, yeah that's right she had the fourth batch, the fourth group I mean and she made yours." Addiction Kayla hadn't even considered that it might be a woman and she was taken aback for a moment, but then she cleared her head and smiled. "Thank you Arnold. Hope you like this." she leaned down again and took the head of his cock deep into her mouth, his taste nearly overpowering. She wanted to finish him off as quickly as possible so she lifted up and dropped a big dollop of saliva on his shaft and stroked the lubed up base with her right hand while sucking gently and tickling just below his cock head with her tongue. Kayla heard Arnold exhale loudly and felt him tense up almost immediately. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands and groaned. "Oh shit oh fuck oh good god I'm cumming" and Kayla felt the first squirt fire into the back of her throat. She quickly pulled her head up and aimed his penis away from her face, inadvertently swallowing the sticky mess in the back of her throat. She hated the taste of semen and was not happy that he didn't warn her that he was going to shoot. He also came quicker than any guy she had ever sucked off before, under one minute. She watched his face as he powered through his orgasm, his cum spraying all over the front of his shirt and some splashing his pants. His eyes were shut tightly and his mouth was open in a big O shape. She had always thought that guys in the throes of orgasm made the funniest faces and this was proof. Before he was fully recovered, she slid back into her seat and checked her face in the mirror. Satisfied that she was clean, she opened the passenger door and climbed out, leaving Arnold gasping behind her. She hurried across the parking lot to her car and climbed in the drivers seat. 6 "Damn it" she snapped "It's a fucking woman. Now what the hell am I going to do?" Tom, who had been waiting in the passenger's seat was confused. "What are you talking about?" Kayla sat silently for a thirty count, just thinking and finally sighed and said "The person who made my batch of the designer scent is a woman." "So, what does that have to do with anything?" "Well, I was hoping it would be a man because men are so easy for a woman to manipulate. All we have to do is smile and flirt with them and they melt like butter." Tom was about to object but thought better of it, instead he remained quiet. "It's much more difficult for a woman like me to get another woman to do something. Unless she's a lesbian and she's single. I'm going to need your help Tom. After we go see Dr. Hewes this afternoon, we need to get our hands on Laura Stanwick. She's the only one who can help you Tom." "What do you mean by 'help me'?" Tom inquired. "We need someone to make more spray now don't we." The rest of the day was spent making plans, both for when they went to see Dr. Hewes to how they would convince Laura Stanwick to make more stuff. They stopped at an Internet cafe and did some research on Laura. It wasn't too difficult to find a picture of her and even her address. With a plan in place, they headed back to Kayla's place. By three o'clock, Tom was needing another fix. The time between fixes was getting shorter. With one hour left before the appointment, Kayla sprayed her pussy once more and felt the tingling. She was starting to enjoy how the spray made her feel more and more all the time, and couldn't wait to get Tom's face down there. She laid on the bed with her knees hanging over the side and watched as he kneeled on the floor and dove in. This time when he got down there, his eyes were once more drawn to her clit. He was sure that it was even bigger than this morning when he licked her under the table. He wasn't great with measurements, but he was sure that it was sticking out at least an inch and its thickness was close to a quarter. It was still partially concealed under her labia, but it was resembling a small penis more than ever. He also thought that her lips were thicker. He wanted to question her about it but he smelled her scent, and he forgot. The only thing that he cared about was getting his fix. He leaned in and pushed his mouth between her labia and breathed in her succulent aroma. His penis surged forward, filling with blood to an almost painful point. He slid his arms under her thighs and settled in when he felt her hands grab the back of his head and pull him tightly against her. Her super plump lips seemingly swallowing his face. His still sore nose was wedged up against her clitoris, which had elongated even more since he had started eating her. The pain in his nose was throbbing or maybe it was her giant clit that was throbbing, he couldn't be sure, but he was sure that he was going to ask her about it after he was done. For Kayla, she realized at this point that she wanted pressure against her cunt and pulling his face into her was good, but she really wanted more. She wished that she could sit on his face again, but she was aware that his nose was broken and she had promised him that if he helped her she would make it easier on him. Holding his face tightly against her pussy would have to suffice for now. She was really enjoying the extra sensation that the spray seemed to be giving her. It was an unexpected plus. Not only did it seem to bring her to orgasm faster, but her orgasms seemed to be getting more powerful. She could feel every lick from Tom's tongue and she just wanted to pull his whole head inside her. Breathing had become a chore for Tom as his bruised nose was being blocked by Kayla's enormous clitoris. He was sticking his tongue as deep as he could inside her hole and licking all around it. If she hadn't been holding his head so tightly, he would have already moved to her clit, but she was waiting for the right moment to shift his mouth and that moment came just as he was completely out of air. As she pulled him up, he inhaled a deep breath through his nose and found his mouth stuffed full of her mini penis. Her orgasm starting, Kayla wanted her clit sucked and moved his head to that spot. Feeling his mouth wrap around her clit, she thrust her pelvis forward and exploded. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" her whole body went rigid as all her muscles locked. She involuntarily sat up and her heels dug into Tom's back. Meanwhile, her hands gripped the sides of his head so tightly, that his ears were completely plugged, and quite sore later. Her pussy started spraying his chin, she didn't even try to hold it back this time. Every part of her body was gripped in the throes of the most incredible orgasm she had ever felt. It was even better than the last one. Her cunt would spasm and stay contracted for up to fifteen seconds at a time before the contraction would release for about five seconds, and then spasm again. She didn't squirt the whole time though, she would have dehydrated if she had. Each time her pussy would start another spasm, more fluid would squirt for a second or two and she would scream in ecstasy. About forty five seconds into her orgasm, she wondered if it would ever stop, if she would ever stop cumming. She would go mad with pleasure and eventually her heart would give out and she would die screaming and squirting and laughing hysterically. All in all, her entire orgasm lasted a full minute and twenty seconds before it finally stopped and she fell back on the bed panting and sweating. When Tom was released he had one thought on his mind. His penis was ready to pop off. He was so horny and he didn't wait for permission. He stood up and pushed himself deep into her puffed out pussy. It was like sliding into a soft blast furnace it was so hot, but it felt incredible and he started pumping away like a man possessed. It only took him about forty five seconds before he reached his apex and deposited his seed with a loud groan deep inside her sucking twat. Having exhausted himself, he dropped on top of her to catch his breath. They laid together for five minutes catching their breath before Kayla looked at the clock and said "Shit, we need to get moving." it was twenty past three and they had to be at Dr. Hewes by four. They jumped up and rushed around taking a quick five minute shower and getting dressed. Then they headed for her car. 7 They arrived at Dr. Hewes office at 3:50. The receptionist, a young girl named Miranda that Tom guessed was about nineteen years old, smiled as they walked in and said "Good afternoon Mr. Jensen. I forgot that you were coming in this afternoon." Tom smiled back at the pretty girl "Hi Miranda. I'd like you to meet my friend Kayla. She'll be sitting in my session with Dr. Hewes today." Miranda glanced at Kayla, smiled and said a quick "Hi", then looked back at Tom. "You can have a seat and Marvin will be with you in a few minutes." "Thanks" Tom said and went to the other end of the room to sit. Kayla sat next to him and quickly leaned in to whisper in his ear "Holy shit is she horny for you." "What! She's just a kid, don't say that." Tom argued. "Oh come on, she's not that young. I'll bet she's twenty years old, and I saw the way she looked at you. She thinks you're all that. Why don't you go talk to her, she's kinda cute." Tom did agree that she was cute, he thought that from the first time he met her. She wasn't a typical beauty either and that somehow added to her attractiveness. She was short, about five foot three and she had short black hair in a boyish cut. Not typically what attracted Tom, but it worked with her cherub face. She kind of resembled a pin-up girl from the forties. She also had a nicely proportioned figure, not fat, but not a paper thin waif either. Her lips and cheeks were plump and her perfectly straight teeth shined when she smiled, which was often. She also wore a tiny diamond on the side of her nose. "Kayla, she's cute but she's too young for me. I'm nearly old enough to be her father." Tom said rather unconvincingly. He had slept with young ladies before, none under eighteen of course, but he didn't like to advertise it. It always made him feel sort of guilty. He was thirty four years old after all. Maybe not ready to get married, but ready to start acting more his age. "I'll handle this" Kayla stood up and walked up to the desk, leaving Tom wide eyed and wondering. Miranda looked up at Kayla and smiled "Can I help you with something?" she asked. Kayla used her most disarming smile and said "Well actually, I wanted to ask if I could get your opinion on something, you know, I need a ladies perspective." "Oh sure" Miranda was only too happy to help. "I just bought this new perfume" Kayla started, pulling the bottle out of her purse "and I want you to tell me what you think." Tom saw the bottle come out and quickly stood up. He started to rush toward them intending to stop her but he was too late as he saw Kayla quickly spray her wrist and hold it under Miranda's nose. "NO" he said quietly but forcefully. Miranda, not focused on Tom, leaned in for a quick whiff and her expression changed instantly. Tom saw her eyes sort of gloss over and she immediately grasped Kayla's arm with both her hands, one on her wrist and one on her palm. She held the arm gently but firmly as she kept inhaling the scent over and over making mewling sounds. Her eyes seemed to get heavy and as Tom reached the desk he watched in dismay as Miranda actually licked the wrist. He pulled Kayla away and admonished her under his breath. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He whispered sharply. "Why would you do that?" Kayla pushed him gently away replied "I know you want to fuck her, now you'll get your chance. If I decide to let you that is." "Damn it Kayla, you can't do that." "She'll do anything now to get her fix, just like you. Whatever I tell her to do." Tom wanted to continue, but just then Dr. Hewes came out "Mr. Jensen, come on in.". Looking back to the receptionist who was sitting with a peaceful look on her face, Tom turned toward the doctor and sighed deeply. He felt good right now because he had gotten his fix just and hour ago, so he wanted to drag Kayla out of there and berate her. However he was worried about how he would feel later when the cravings started. The last thing he wanted right now was to piss her off. He stepped forward and said "Dr. Hewes, I'd like you to meet my friend Kayla." Kayla stepped forward and offered her hand to shake. Shaking her hand Dr. Hewes said "So, are you the one who Tom is addicted to?" Smiling sheepishly, Kayla shrugged, raised her eyebrows and said "Can you blame him doc?". The good doctor laughed "Well come in and let's talk about it." 8 As she walked into the room in front of Tom, Kayla pulled her v-neck shirt away from her chest and sprayed one squirt of the scent between her breast. No one else noticed because her back was to them. Once in the room with the door shut, Kayla and Tom sat on the couch and Dr. Hewes sat in his leather chair. "So Tom, tell me why you felt the need for another appointment so soon after our last one." Tom looked at Kayla who nodded and then back to the doctor. "Well, I told you that I thought I was addicted to her," he motioned to Kayla "and I was right. She told me why I am addicted to her, and it's not at all what you thought." The doctor nodded as if he completely understood and then asked "So Kayla, why don't you tell me what you told Tom." Kayla stood up and said "Well, maybe it would be easier if I just showed you." she confidently strolled around to where Dr. Hewes was sitting and held her hand in front of him. "Would you stand up please." For a moment, he looked at her with a quizzical expression, then she said "Trust me, I won't bite." and he nodded and did as she asked. Once he was standing face to face with Kayla he said "Okay, now what?". he glanced over her shoulder to look at Tom still on the couch and suddenly his vision was blocked as Kayla pulled her top off over her head. His shock was evident by the look on his face "What are you doing? Put your top back on miss." he was flustered but tried to remain professional. Kayla just stood there in her bra smiling "Do you like what you see doc?" she asked. Then she reached up and unclipped the front latch and freed her rather ample breasts. "Sometimes it's nice to get that thing off, it can be rather restricting you know." she added. The good doctor had seen enough "What is the meaning of this? Mr. Jensen will you please tell your lady friend to put her clothes back on and leave my office immediately." He had no idea what kind of stunt this was, but he was not amused. He started to turn away from her when she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his head. He was so surprised that he fell backward, right into his leather chair. Kayla used this to her advantage and quickly slid up so his face was right between her breasts. From there, she clamped her arms together on either side to trap his face. As Dr. Hewes struggled to free himself from the assault, he became aware of a wonderful smell and even though he was frightened by this crazy woman, he soon calmed down and only wanted to breathe in her scent. It was heavenly and he wrapped his arms around her back and closed his eyes and kept breathing in her essence. He felt his cock getting hard in his pants and all thoughts of professionalism had left his head. Kayla also felt his manhood growing under her ass. It felt too good to waste so she started wiggling her hips back and forth. It took only a few minutes of her sliding her ass back and forth before the good doctor fired his load into his boxers. After several minutes of Dr. Hewes breathing in the designer scent from between Kaylas tits, she finally disentangled herself from him and stood up. "Now you understand what Tom means. He wasn't lying to you doc. He really is addicted to me. You'll find out." Still sitting in his chair, looking rather disheveled now, Dr. Hewes looked back at Tom "What has she done to me?" he asked slightly out of breath. Tom shrugged and said "The same thing she did to me doc." Kayla walked over to Dr. Hewes desk and took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down her address, and her cell phone number. Then she walked back to the doctor who seemed almost frightened of her. "You're going to need me in a few days. If I were you, I'd come visit as soon as you start feeling the craving. You can try to resist, but you won't be able to." While she talked, she was putting her bra and shirt back on, then she turned to Tom and said "Let's go, we have a woman to find." She headed toward the door but before she went out she turned back to Dr. Hewes and said "Oh and by the way doc, if you tell anyone about this, you won't get anymore of what you're going to need." As they walked back out into the waiting room, the pretty receptionist was still seated behind her desk looking a bit stoned. Kayla wrote down her number again and tucked it into Miranda's hand. Then she held her wrist in front of her again and let the girl breathe in her scent once more. As if in a drug induced high, the cute receptionist mewled sexily and started smelling and licking the wrist . Tom was fascinated and a little turned on by what he was watching. After a few minutes, Kayla pulled her hand away and grabbing Tom by the arm, marched toward the exit as if she were a mother leading a child. 9 Later that evening they were parked in front of Laura Stanwick's house, and watched as she returned home from work. Laura was a tall athletic woman with long straight blonde hair and glasses. She was a forty year old divorced woman with a twenty year old daughter in college. Her friends would say she was married to her job, and after her first marriage ended badly, (she walked in on him having sex with two men) she had no desire to get married again. Once inside the house, she turned on her stereo and slipped off her shoes. Walking barefoot into her bedroom, she took off her button up shirt and bra, then slipped a cut off tank top on. She then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off her dress pants and panties and put on a pair of workout shorts. She then headed into the kitchen to get some bottled water, but was sidetracked by a knock at the front door. Figuring that it was a friend of hers that sometimes went to the gym with her after work, she opened the door without first checking who was there. It wasn't her friend, it was a pretty red head. "Can I help you?" she asked, wondering what this woman was selling. Kayla smiled sweetly "Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could use your phone real quick, my car just quit running and I left my cell phone on the counter when I left earlier. If I could just call my brother, he's a mechanic and he lives locally." Laura, who stood eight inches taller and outweighed Kayla by sixty pounds, figured that she had nothing to worry about and stepped aside, welcoming her in. "I've been in the same predicament before so I know how you feel. Come on in, the phone is over there on the wall." "Thank you so much, I'll make it quick." Kayla replied as she made her way past the tall blonde. As Laura turned to follow, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned back to the door to see a man coming in. The distraction was just enough for Kayla to turn back and place the Taser against the side of Laura's waist and shock her with enough voltage to drop her like a stone. She had never used her Taser before so she wasn't sure what to expect. She liked what she saw. To Laura, the shock from the Taser was like getting jabbed with needles over every inch of her body all at once. The pain was intense, as every muscle seized up, and she watched the floor rise up and slam her. She was still awake but disoriented and her body wouldn't work anymore. Even though the shock had passed, she couldn't control her extremities to get up let alone fight back. Addiction Tom shut the door behind him and locked it. Then he tied Laura's arms together at the wrists while Kayla tied her legs. Then, he pulled her chin down and slid a ball gag into her mouth and strapped it behind her head. By the time she was regaining her faculties, she was securely restrained. Kayla stood up over her and started to undress as she explained what was happening. "I'm really sorry that I shocked you like that but I had no other choice. See we need you to do something for us and you probably won't want to." she dropped her shirt on the floor and unsnapped her bra. Laura was freaking out thinking that she was going to be raped by a woman and a man and probably killed. Unbuttoning her jean shorts Kayla continued "It's very important that you help us and the only way to make sure that you are going to help us is if you are in the same predicament that Tom over there is in. So..."she was naked now and she took the tiny spray bottle from Tom and held it up so Laura could see it. "I need you to make some more of this for me." Laura knew exactly what was in the little bottle and her eyes grew wide with fear. She had been told that all samples had been destroyed. "MMMMMMMM" she tried to protest, shaking her head and trying to rise. This was not good and it was obvious that these two didn't know what they were messing with. Kayla raised her foot and placed it on Laura's chest, pushing her back down and holding her there. Knowing that she had to tell them of the dangers, she tried to pull out the ball gag with her bound hands. She almost had it moved enough so she could talk around it too, but Tom grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head. With Kayla standing the way she was, one foot an the floor and one on Laura's chest, her pussy was openly visible. Laura wasn't at all interested in looking at another woman's vagina, but when she did glance up, she couldn't miss the huge clitoris ballooning out. 'Oh my God' she thought 'she's been using it too much.' For some reason this whole scene was exciting Kayla immensely. Standing naked over the bound woman, holding her down with one foot, she turned the bottle toward her spread vagina and pushed the plunger, once, twice, three times, then scooted her ass sideways and sprayed her ass two more times. "What the hell, why did you use so much?" Tom questioned. He knew that the bottle would be running out soon and didn't know how long it would take to get more or if they would actually get more. Kayla scowled at him as if she was angry that he would ask such a thing. "Don't worry about it, it's mine and I can use as much or as little as I want. Besides," she paused as tingling took over, she breathed in deeply and closed her eyes "OHHHH it feels so fucking good." Tom looked at her crotch and saw how much larger her clit had grown. It was even longer and thicker than the last time. "Kayla, have you looked at yourself lately? Your clit is huge. What the hell is happening to you?" Kayla smiled as she lowered herself down "I kinda like it. It's sooo sensitive. I can almost cum just from walking. The friction is marvelous". She dropped down to her knees with her moist vagina about an inch over Laura's face. Looking down into the eyes of the terrified woman under her made her even more horny. She could see that her captive was holding her breath and that made her laugh. "You might as well breathe because I can stay here all night." Laura held her breath as long as she possibly could and when she couldn't last any longer, she tried twisting and pulling her arms away from Tom. It didn't work. With her head and chest pounding and her face turning purple, she finally let her breath go and inhaled the scent that she so desperately was trying to avoid. Defeated, she took several breaths. For several moments, while her adrenaline was still pumping, she was squirming and fighting. Soon however she realized just how wonderful the smell was and after a few minutes she wondered why she was so worried about it in the first place. The fact that she was not a lesbian and had never smelled another woman's pussy didn't matter to her anymore. She was in love with this woman's pussy and now she wanted to lick and suck it. The whole scene was fascinating to Tom. He watched the terrified woman struggle and hold her breath until she was purple. It was almost as if she thought it was toxic. When she finally did succumb and start breathing through her nose, he saw her expression change from fear to calm. It took longer than the young receptionist in the doctors office, but he figured that it was because the receptionist was already calm where Laura was struggling and fighting. Now though she looked serene and he watched as she lifted her head off the floor to place her nose into the folds of Kayla's cunt and deeply inhale her aroma. Kayla noticed the change too and when she felt the woman's nose sliding around her wet pussy, she slid back and looked her in the eyes. "I'm going to take off the ball gag but if you scream it will go back on. Understand?" Laura nodded and lifted her head so to give easier access to the strap out back. When the latch on the gag was released and the ball was removed from her mouth, she said "Thank you" and laid her head back on the carpet. Then, she looked back at Kayla and asked "Can I taste you? You smell so delicious, I want to lick you." This was a first for Kayla. Never before had she done anything sexual with a woman. She had never wanted to do anything sexual with a woman because she was strictly heterosexual. However, she was so turned on at the moment that she didn't care who was between her legs, she was going to get off. She nodded and slid herself forward until her pumped up pussy was plastered on her face. She felt the softness of Laura's lips and tongue sliding around her labia and moaned deeply. It was so good and her giant clit was up against her nose which added to the sensations. Kayla was in her own little world of intense pleasure and she closed her eyes as she rocked her hips back and forth, riding Laura's face. Both women were moaning now and Tom had slid his clothes off to join the fun. Walking around Kayla he moved to Laura's feet and untied her ankles and legs. Once she was untied, he moved up to her waist and started to pull her shorts down. At first he wondered of she was going to struggle some more. He was not into rape, and even though he was very horny, if she protested, he would have stopped. He was somewhat surprised though when she lifted her butt off the floor to make it easier for him. As he started to pull them down he also noticed just how wet she had become. The crotch of her shorts were soaked, almost as if she had urinated in them, but he could see that it wasn't urine at all. She was lubricating and had been before he had started to lower her shorts. Once her shorts were down, she spread her legs wide and he watched in awe as she slid her still bound hands down and started to play with herself. Her pussy was beautiful and he wanted taste it, so he got down on his hands and knees between her outstretched legs and lowered his face down. He could hear her fingers squelching in the soft, wet folds of her vagina. He inhaled her luscious sex smell and felt his penis twitch in excitement. He reached out and gently moved her hands up while leaning in and licking from her anus to her clit. He felt her tense up and shiver and then her fingers grasped his hair and pulled his face back into her moist folds. Meanwhile, Kayla was nearing her orgasm and decided that she wanted her clit sucked. Tilting herself forward, she placed her enormous sex organ on Laura's soft lips and said "Open". Dutifully, the intoxicated woman opened wide and allowed the giant clit inside her sucking mouth. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHYYYEEEEEEESSSSS" Kayla cried as she felt as she felt smooth, velvety soft lips and tongue caress her swelling, sensitive nub. To Laura, it was almost as if she was sucking on a small cock. In the deepest part of her mind, she knew what was happening was wrong. She knew that she was under the influence of the spray that was applied in excess just minutes earlier, and she also knew that the spray was changing the body of the woman who sat atop her. It was an unintended consequence of the liquid and no one really understood why it happened or just how far it would go. The other test subjects had been cut off cold turkey when it was discovered that there were changes starting on a genetic level. Once the spray had been stopped, their bodies reverted back to normal, but it was speculated that continued use could cause permanent changes. She was also aware that her exposure meant that she was very likely addicted and would have to go through a detox program to clean her system out. All of this and more was in the back of her mind somewhere but at the moment she didn't care. At the moment she only felt bliss. At the moment she only felt love for the two strangers who had tricked her, shocked her, tied her up and gagged her. Her pleasure was rising higher than ever before. The tongue tickling her pussy was ravishing her, sending her closer to nirvana. The spongy mass of nerve endings that she was currently bathing in her saliva and being played with by her tongue, was throbbing hotly between her lips. She could hear slurping and moaning and grunting, all sounds that were heightening the experience. She was looking up the slightly flabby belly to the undersides of hanging breasts. At some time, she didn't know when, her hands had been untied and she was now caressing the ample ass that was over her head. The smell of sex in the air was overwhelming. All five senses were combining to send her over the top. Kayla was the first one to reach her peak and cum. Her orgasm started at her clitoris and spread through her belly and thighs and all through her body. Lately her orgasms were not only much more intense, they were also lasting much longer than ever before. The muscles in her vagina would clench as her pleasure became overwhelming and the clenching would go on and on. The feelings radiated outward to every inch of her body and all her muscles would tighten. Her toes splayed wide, her hands became claws and then fists, her face had a look of almost pain, but it wasn't pain at all that she was feeling, it was incredible pleasure. This orgasm lasted for a full minute while she moaned and humped, clenched and sweated and finally shook like she was shivering. Sometime during the intensity of Kayla's wild orgasm, Laura started her own orgasm. She spit out the massive clit in her mouth and wailed through her own pounding cascade of joy, bouncing her bottom up and down off the floor while Tom tried to stay with her. It was a magnificent orgasm that lasted twenty seconds, but paled in comparison to Kayla's. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she realized that the pussy over her face was still contracting and throbbing. She also noticed that a white thick mucous like substance was dripping out of the vaginal cavity and her chin and neck were slimy from it. Her clouded mind didn't care, in fact, it heightened the whole experience for her. As Kayla's orgasm started to subside, she realized that she hadn't had a cock in her for quite a while so she turned herself around so she was still kneeling over Laura's face but now facing her feet, and said "Tom, I need your cock inside me. Come fuck me." Tom didn't need to be told again. His penis was swollen so much it was almost painful to touch. He quickly hurried around behind Kayla and kneeled between her spread legs. His knees were right up against Laura's head and he looked down into her lusty eyes as he lined up his erection with Kayla's pussy. As he slid into her cavern, he was struck by the heat. For some reason, her pussy felt much hotter than any other pussy he had ever fucked. The feeling was incredible and he grabbed her thighs and started pumping his seven inch penis in and out. The sound that she made when he started fucking her was almost inhuman. He couldn't believe how wet her cunt was and the sounds that his manhood made sliding in and out of her were almost funny. Squelching and sucking sounds, like pulling your boot out of thick mud. She was so wet that she was dripping creamy liquid on Laura's forehead. Laura, while still recovering from her wonderful orgasm, was watching intently the action going on right in front of her eyes. It was an amazing sight from this close. The thick smell of pussy juice was so strong that she could taste it. Her own hands were between her legs lazily playing with herself. She wished there was another cock to stuff into her pussy. The cock sliding in and out of Kayla's hot pussy was sending her into fits, but she wanted more. Something that she had never tried before was anal sex. She used to think it would be way too painful and therefore never tried it. Now however, it sounded like just what she needed to take her to the next level. She twisted her head to the side and said "I want it in my ass. Fuck my asshole Tom." she then looked back down and saw Laura playing with herself and decided that she wanted a taste of that too. As she felt Tom slide his member out of her sucking cunt, she was pulling Laura's hands out of the way, and as she felt the swollen head of Tom's cock begin it's push against her anal sphincter, she lowered her face down into Laura's pulsing pussy and started to lick. Anal sex was new to Tom too. He had never had the opportunity to try it with any of the women he had fucked. As he placed the head of his throbbing penis against her puckered hole, he thought to himself that there is no way it was going to fit. He had seen porn videos of girls getting there asses fucked and it always looked like you could drive a truck up their ass. This was way different. This asshole was very tight. He pushed slowly and felt the opening start to expand and suddenly the mushroom head popped inside. It was an amazing feeling, much different from fucking a pussy, and he only had the head in. He heard Kayla gasp and he paused, wondering if he had hurt her, but then she said "YES FUCK ME." and he pushed forward, burying half of his seven inches in his first thrust. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKMMMMMEEEEEE" Kayla wailed in delight as she felt the fleshy shaft invade her most secret region. It felt wonderful and she wished that she had tried it sooner. She thought after the first thrust that he was all the way inside her, but when her pulled out and thrust in again, deeper this time, she wailed again. It was about this time when her legs and arms became weak. She lowered herself down until her sloppy pussy was resting on Laura's face and her own face was back in Laura's. Both women, in the throes of a blissful sexual high, started licking each others pussies. It took three strong thrusts from Tom to sink his raging hard on all the way into Kayla's bowels. Once his hips were planted up tight against her plump ass cheeks, he paused to relish the feeling. His pause wasn't long however because Kayla started rocking her ass back and forth and he took the hint. Soon he was thrusting as hard as he could, slamming her ass with each plunge forward and sending her body ahead several inches. He would pull his cock almost all the way out, until just the head was still inside, and then drive himself forward on his powerful legs, making a slapping sound. Each thrust caused both ladies to grunt like animals. After about thirty strokes, Tom was unable to hold back anymore and he gripped her thighs tightly and yelled "AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" as his semen burst forth from his throbbing member and sprayed deeply into her rectum. Kayla was on the verge of another orgasm herself when she felt Tom's cock ram all the way in and stop. Then, with her clit being sucked by Laura, she heard his animalistic cry and felt his scalding hot cum blasting deep inside her gut. That was enough to set her off and she felt the familiar spasms starting as her own orgasm overtook her. It was another outrageously strong one and this time her pussy sprayed a jet of juices like she was urinating. She didn't try to hold it back, she couldn't if she wanted to, and it sprayed like a hose. This time she closed her eyes and rode through wave after wave after wave of spasms that went on and on. Twenty three spasms altogether and by the end she was so spent she was nearly unconscious. As for Laura, she had her own mini orgasm that was somewhat ruined by the sudden blast of spray from Kayla's pussy. She wasn't expecting to be pissed on and although it wasn't technically piss, it was like getting pissed on. She found herself nearly drowning as the spray blasted up her nose and down her throat. With all of Kayla's weight on top of her and Tom leaning over the top, she was unable to move and just had to endure it. The experience for Tom was quite intense. Whole he was fucking Kayla's ass, her sphincter loosened up quite a bit, although it was still pretty tight. Then he started cumming and his cock swelled up even bigger as he started pumping his seed into her. Almost immediately after that, she started to cum also and that's when things got interesting for him. When Kayla reached her orgasm, her spasms caused her sphincter muscle to tighten up extremely tight. Because his cock was balls deep inside her at the time, it was as if someone had tightened a cock ring on him and his second blast of cum was held in. It wasn't painful exactly, but instead of him shooting his load and finishing his orgasm in about twenty seconds, her tight muscles caused his orgasm to be extended while the cum dribbled out slowly between her spasms. By the time they all stopped cumming and grinding and moaning, all three were exhausted and Tom rolled off onto the floor to catch his breath. Kayla rolled to the other side and closed her eyes, and Laura lied where she was trying to clear her muddled head. Within minutes, all three were fast asleep. 10 Thirty minutes passed with all three naked people lying together on the floor before Laura woke with a start and sat straight up. She looked at the two people sleeping on both side of her and had to stifle a cry of despair. The smell of sex was still hanging in the air and she was coated in dried cum and sweat. She remembered what had happened vividly and was angry and embarrassed with herself. Carefully and quietly as she could be, she extracted herself and tiptoed out of the room and into the bathroom where she looked the door. She sat on the toilet and pissed and then turned the shower on. Soon she was washing all the evidence of her earlier exploits off her body. Tom woke next and sat up. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what had happened. He looked at Kayla still sleeping and realized that Laura was gone. That was when he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom and got up. He made his way to the bathroom door and walked in, closing the door behind him. He didn't bother waiting for an invitation, he just climbed in the shower behind her. She stiffened visibly when she saw him and moved her arms to cover her private areas. "It's a little late for modesty don't you think." Tom said with a slight smirk. He reached around her for the bottle of body wash, not caring that it was lavender and obviously for women. "You people have no idea what you've done." she said shivering, her brow furrowing with a look of dismay. "Hey, you're the one who made the shit in the first place. Besides, I was a victim before you. I've been addicted to that shit now for weeks." Laura looked away in shame or disgust, he wasn't sure which. Then said "Look, the formula wasn't mine in the first place. I was just a lab worker doing my job. It was an experimental formula, and when they found out just what the shit does, they ordered it all destroyed. How the hell did she get it in the first place?" Addiction "I guess she promised some nerd a blowjob if he smuggled out her sample. Apparently it was the dude who was supposed to destroy it." "Peters, Arnold fucking Peters. That little shithead is a fucking male chauvinist pig. He hits on anyone with a pulse." "Don't hold back now, tell me what you really think of him." Tom joked. She actually smiled. It was a quick split second smile, but it was a smile. "Listen, the shit that she has is bad shit. You've seen the changes in her body, I heard you comment about her clit, how big it is. It's hideous. The women in the first study group were only using the spray for two weeks. They were using the spray on their chest and each one saw growth of their nipples. At first it was thought that only the people who smelled them became addicted, but after the tests were halted, all of the women came back within two days complaining that they were fidgeting, agitated, tense, irritable, stressed out. They were experiencing withdrawal symptoms just like the others. These women were spraying it on their chests and they were addicted to the feelings it gave them in their chests. She was spraying her vagina. That's mucous membrane which will affect her much stronger. There's no telling what will happen to her, let alone you for staying with her for so long." "Look, when I started to realize that something wasn't right, I told my psychologist about her and he told me to breathe through the cravings. He thought it was in my head and I would get over it. I couldn't even make it through the night before I had to see her again." "We need to get help, for her and us. We can't let her make us breathe anymore of that stuff. It needs to be destroyed. The sooner the better. When we get out of here we need to get that bottle and get her to the lab. We all need to be in detox." Tom knew she was right and he agreed with her. He knew that he couldn't continue to live like he was and he was aware that he had been getting worse. A week ago he never would have agreed to do what he had done tonight. What neither one of them knew was that Kayla was standing outside the shower listening to everything. When she heard the water turn off, she stepped back out to the other room to wait for them. 11 Tom exited the bathroom first and never saw Kayla who was up against the wall by the door. She waited for Tom to pass and when Laura walked out, she shocked her from behind with the Taser. Tom heard the crackling zap and Laura's cry and spun around as she fell to the floor. "Tie her up Tom." she ordered. "Make sure her hands are behind her back. Tie her legs at the ankles, run the rope up through her wrists and pull it tight to make sure she can't run." Tom was incredulous. "Kayla, what the hell are you doing?" "I heard you two talking in there. She wants to take us back to the lab so they can help us. Tom, if they get their hands on us it will be the last time you'll see me. They will keep us separated." She grabbed his arm to make him look her in the eyes. "You'll never get to fuck me again, or eat me, or smell me. Do you want that?" He knew what had to be done. He was aware that he was hopelessly addicted and there was no telling how far it would go. He knew that he needed help and Laura could get him that help, but as he looked into Kayla's eyes, he was struck by how beautiful she was. She was more than a woman, she was a freshly fucked goddess. She was an angel without wings. She was all he needed. "Now, are you gonna tie her down or what?" Kayla asked. She had seen the look on his face soften when he looked into her eyes and she knew that she had him again. It had been close and if she hadn't woken when she did, it would probably be all over, but he nodded and quickly got to work securing Laura. He had her arms tied securely behind her back and was working on her legs when she started to come to. Even though she was aware what was happening she was still unable to do anything about it. She could talk however. "Wha...what...nooo don't please...we need help. Stop it." He was now pulling her legs back and wrapping the rope between her hands. "This is wrong. We need to get to the lab right away. Please untie me." From the bathroom he heard Kayla say "Put the ball gag on her Tom." She was washing up and getting dressed. Tom grabbed the ball gag while Laura whined "Please no pleaseyoucantdothisahhhmm". With the ball gag in place she was no longer able to protest. Tom looked into the bathroom and asked "Now what do we do?" "Well, now I'll have to work on getting her more compliant. If she doesn't agree to make what we need, maybe we'll have to bring in her daughter to give her some incentive." Laura, upon hearing that they would bring her daughter into this, started freaking out "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" she yelled through her gag twisting and squirming. Kayla walked back into the room fully dressed and got on the floor next to Laura. "Now don't worry" she assured "I don't really want to bring your daughter here. All you need to do is help me to get more of this..." she held up the bottle again which was now about a third full "and all will be fine.' She stood up and turned back to Tom, "Let's get her in the car, we're gonna take her to the lab." "What good is that going to do? She's not going to do what you want." "Let me worry about that, you just do what I tell you to do." 12 It took a bit a wrangling and there was the worry of someone seeing what was happening, but luckily it was getting dark out and Kayla backed the car right up close to the door. Once Tom got Laura in the car (she was kneeling on the floor in the back seat facing Kayla) he got in the driver's seat and headed toward the lab. Once they were on the road, Kayla took her spray bottle and held it up, looking at it "Let's see now, what body part should I make you smell this time hmm?" She looked at Laura who was shaking her head and obviously very uncomfortable. "You've already been between my legs. Maybe you'd like to be between my breasts hmm." she pulled her shirt up to show her hanging breasts. Laura noticed her swollen nipples. They looked as if they had been pumped up and they appeared to be very sensitive. "Come to think of it, I've already had someone between my breasts today, and he really enjoyed my special smell too." 'My God' Laura thought 'she's done it to someone else'. "Maybe you like feet huh. Are you one of those freaks that like to sniff peoples smelly feet? I could spray my feet and you could smell them. Would you like that?" she caressed Laura's cheek thinking to herself how uncomfortable she must be hogtied like she was. "No wait, I know just the thing." she lifted her left arm over her head and sprayed once into her armpit as if it was a can of deodorant. Then, dropping the spray bottle onto the seat she grabbed Laura's head and maneuvered herself until she had her face in her pit. It was a struggle but not a big one. It was another degradation for Laura, the thought of smelling her armpit kind of turned her stomach but she had no leverage to struggle and she could only hold her breath for about twenty seconds before she once again succumbed and started to breath in the unpleasant odor of pit sweat. Kayla knew that her underarms smelled bad as she had intentionally not washed them earlier. It was all part of her plan. For Laura the smell was really bad, but there was another smell also that she craved so much. Once she got a whiff of that underlying scent, she didn't care about the bad sweat smell anymore. Her tenseness melted away and she inhaled deeply and on her exhale she moaned into the ball gag. "Oh there there, that's it. You like my pit sweat don't you. You really are a kinky bitch. You can just stay right there and keep breathing it all in until we get where we are going." It was degrading and humiliating on one level for Laura, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was the feeling of euphoria her body felt that she did not want to ever stop. "You like that don't you? Yeah, I can see by the look in your eyes that you just love it. Too bad that I'm going to run out soon and you'll never be able to feel this way again. Unless you can make some more. You made the first batch, so you can make more. You can make as much as you want, so you can feel this good whenever you want. Do you want to feel this good again?" Laura's mouth and nose were buried in odiferous arm pit but her eyes were staring into Kayla's almost lovingly and when she was asked if she wanted to feel like this again, she nodded and her eyes seemed to smile. "So you are going to be able to make more right?" Once more she nodded. "Good, I just knew that you were going to be able to help." Then Kayla came up with another idea. "If you agree to be my personal slave, I'll let you feel this way all the time. You'd like that wouldn't you?" More nodding "Good girl. We are almost there so I'm going to untie you now." In the next five minutes, Laura was untied and Tom was pulling into the parking garage by the lab. He used Laura's pass card to open the gate then followed the signs to the third level where the lab was located and parked. The lot was nearly deserted because of the hour. They gained entrance to the building with Laura's pass card and into the lab with the seven digit pass code. A few years ago, they would have had too deal with security guards, but when the economy tanked the company laid them off and now relied solely on the security system. Only some of the workers had access to the building after hours and occasionally lab workers would stay late to finish an important project. This night there was no one else there and Laura got to work. Kayla stayed close to Laura and when her attitude seemed like it was changing, she would spray some more of the scent on her body and let her smell it to keep her in line. It was a very efficient system and approximately three hours later, the new batch of designer scent was ready. This time it was a large bottle. It was just in time too because the small bottle was nearly empty. Kayla took the large bottle and sprayed her chest once then called over Tom to make sure that it would work. She felt the warm tingling before he even got to her and when he leaned in to breathe her scent, she saw his face change and she knew that it was the right stuff. She was feeling horny again and really wanted to play, but she knew that they had already taken enough chances and they needed to leave. They spent the next twenty minutes cleaning up and putting everything back in order and finally Kayla felt confident that everything was back to normal. She knew that if anyone at work noticed anything out of the ordinary, management would check the video cameras and they would be in serious trouble. As long as nothing was noticed, in one week the video would be recorded over, and they would get away with it. Kayla also figured that by the time the big bottle was running out, Laura would be so highly addicted that she would find a way to make more at work and not get caught. Back in the car, Kayla and Laura sat in the back seat again while Tom drove home. Kayla striped her pants off and sprayed her pussy with the new bottle, then grabbed Laura by the hair and pulled her roughly down. "Lick my pussy, make me cum." The tingling sensation started up and her clitoris filled with blood, now nearly as long as her thumb. She pulled her clit up and guided Laura's mouth below that, moaning lustily as she felt the soft tongue licking up her wet pussy. Wrapping two fingers and a thumb lightly around her elongated clit, she started stroking it up and down just like a man would stroke his penis. She quickly brought herself to the brink of orgasm and then let out a scream as she was pushed over the edge and her pussy burst. Once again a jet of clear fluid squirted into Laura's mouth stinging the back of her throat and causing her to pull back and go into a fit of coughing. While Laura coughed, Kayla was shaking and moaning and cumming. She looked down and saw that her clit was not only standing up straight, but it was also throbbing, bulging and looking more than ever like a cock. The more she rubbed it, the longer her orgasm lasted, until she had to let go because it was too sensitive. When she did let go, it twitched for another twenty seconds or so while she lost control of her muscles and went limp in the seat, gasping for breath, her heart racing as she rode the slowly fading wave to the very end. As Laura got control of her coughing, she watched the last of Kayla's orgasm and was amazed and a little frightened. Meanwhile, in the front seat, Tom could barely keep his mind on the road as he drove the car back to Laura's house. 13 When they arrived at the house, Kayla realized that Laura couldn't be trusted to be left alone all night. When her mind cleared up she would likely call for help. At the moment though, Laura was still under the influence of the scent and would do whatever she was told. "Tom," she paused as she weighed her words a "we will be staying here for a few days with Laura to make sure that she doesn't try to get help. I want to tie her up so I can sleep without worrying that she is going to sneak away in the night. Let's tie her to that chair over there, and put the ball gag in her mouth so she can't start screaming." Tom went to work taking Laura by the hand and leading her to the wooden chair. As he was getting the rope ready though, Kayla stopped him. "Wait, I want you to take her clothes off first. Everything except her underwear." Tom nodded and started helping her strip. She was not so much in a trance as she was just super compliant. He wondered what she would do if he told her to jump out the window, or stab herself with a knife. It was kind of frightening to think about. Soon she was nearly naked and sitting in the cold wooden chair. It had to be uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to mind being tied tightly to it. He made sure that she wasn't going to get loose by using plenty of rope, but he also didn't tie it too tightly so her circulation would be cut off. He spread her legs to either side and tied her knees to each arm, along with her ankles to each leg. Her arms were tied around the wrists, elbows and upper arms. Then he went around her waist, belly and chest several times to make sure. Lastly, he slipped the ball gag in her mouth and strapped it around the back of her head. As Tom finished up with Laura, he turned around to see Kayla topless and spraying her breasts with the new bottle. Just seeing the bottle now made him start to perspire and fidget. Kayla saw him staring at her and she motioned him to her. He didn't wait to be asked again and practically ran around the coffee table to get to her. He buried his face between her breasts thinking that he they seemed bigger than normal for some reason, and the wonderful aroma of her skin, sweat, and the spray that she had sprayed on that didn't actually smell like anything, assaulted his senses and he drifted into a drug induced stupor. Kayla's breasts were super sensitive now and her erect nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and as big as thimbles. She held Tom's head gently between her breasts while he breathed deeply, inhaling all he could of her, and becoming more willing to please her with every breath. She waited a few minutes for him to get plenty of what he needed and then she decided to get what she wanted. "Tom dear," she whispered, pulling his face up close to hers "I want you to do something for me. Will you do something for me Tom?" she was staring intently into his eyes, her eyes flicking back and forth from his left eye to his right. "Will you lick my asshole again? I loved it so much the last time, and if you will do that for me, I'll let you fuck me in the ass. How's that sound huh? Does that sound like fun to you Tom? Would you like to fuck my tight little asshole Tom? I've never had a cock in my asshole before. I want you to take my anal cherry Tom. Will you do that for me?" she leaned in and kissed him, opening her mouth, turning her head to the side and pushing her tongue deep into his mouth to lick his tongue. She was also rubbing her body up against his body and she could feel his hard cock straining to get out of his pants. She kissed him for several minutes, getting them both heated even more if that was possible, and while she did she was pulling his and her clothes off. Once they were both naked, she pulled him down onto the floor so he was kneeling, then she laid in front of him on her back. Her long clitoris stood straight up in the air. She reached under her thighs and lifted her legs up, bending her knees and rolling up on her upper back, which lifted and rolled her ass up to give him easy access. He crawled forward and looked down at her puckered pink orifice. Her ass was really beautiful, now that he was staring at it like this and when he lowered his face down close, he could smell just a hint of unpleasantness. She was obviously a very clean woman and he wasted no more time, starting by licking all around on her soft pillowy cheeks. As he got closer to the skin around her opening, he heard her uneven breathing and knew that it was having an effect on her. Kayla had basically folded herself in half with her legs spread wide and her elbows in the crease under her knees. This left her wide open and she could see exactly what was going on. She pulled her enormous clit down and realized that in this position, it almost reached her mouth. From her perspective, she could see the tip of Tom's nose hovering over her open pussy, but she couldn't see his mouth working on her asshole. She could definitely feel his tongue working all around her sensitive opening, making it even more sensitive and when she started putting pressure on her engorged clit/penis by gripping it between her thumb and forefinger, she was well on her way to an explosive orgasm. "Put you tongue in my asshole." she groaned, wishing he would just do it already. Then she squealed as she felt him pushing it in. With his tongue driving into her anal opening, Tom was looking right into Kayla's pussy. Her impossibly long clit was throbbing between her fingers and pussy juice was bubbling up from her clenching cunt. The smells, sounds and sights of everything going on was incredibly erotic and he was unable to keep his hands off his own raging hard on. Meanwhile, Laura was watching all of the blistering excitement from her perch on the chair and was unable to play with her needy pussy. She was horny and frustrated and on the verge of a breakdown. She wished they would untie her so she could join in, but little did she know, Kayla had plans for her. Speaking of Kayla, her body was now quaking like leaf on a windy day and she was awash in a sheen of sweat as she approached the pinnacle of pleasure. She yelled over and over "OHYEAHOHHHSHITOOOOFUCKMEEEEEEEE!!!!" and Tom, upon hearing that, wasted no time. He stood up and wedged his mushroom shaped penis head between her moist, plump ass cheeks, and with one huge lunge, he shoved his throbbing shaft balls deep into her rectum. Kayla, who had been so into the pleasure that she hadn't even realized what she had said and really wasn't ready to be impaled in her ass, let out a yowl like a cat in heat "EEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHH" and the shock and the savagery of the thrust sent her into spasms of orgasm like she had never experienced before. It felt like everything below her breasts and above her knees tightened up for several seconds before she let loose. With his cock buried to the hilt, Tom felt her sphincter tighten up so much he couldn't pull himself back out. It was so tight that it was almost painful and he was so alarmed that he pulled back and only succeeded in lifting her up three inches before he dropped back down. His orgasm started then, it was basically pulled out of him by her incredibly tight ass. However, for the first several seconds, the base of his penis was so tightly clenched that no semen was released. This caused him to swell even larger as just a small dribble of cum leaked out the tip. The pleasure mixed with the pain and added to the intensity. He opened his mouth and let out a yell of his own as his balls worked extra hard to expel the sperm. "SSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIITTTTTT" he screamed thinking for a moment that he was going to loose his penis but still caught in the pleasure of his orgasm. Addiction Another night alone. I showered and put on a soft gown and laid on the sofa in the den with a Cosmos magazine, listening to some country music on the stereo. As I flipped through the pages it crossed my mind how I was getting better. Less crying, a lot of sweet memories and listening to the radio was not as bad as it had been, I could actually listen to some sad songs and keep it together now. It had been a few weeks now since he stepped away. Not loving me less, he says, just needing to work on his home life. I glanced at the clock and decided that if I closed my eyes for a short 'power nap' I could make it to ~Rumors~ by nine o'clock, a local honky tonk, and join the party crowd. I reached to the touch lamp and dimmed the lights..as I placed the magazine on the end table. As I closed my eyes a song by Jimmy Wayne came on the stereo. There was a time I would turn the song off...tonight...I sang the words to myself... I found peace of mind, I'm feeling good again. I'm on the other side, back among the living. Ain't a cloud in the sky, all my tears have been cried. And I know everything's gonna be ok... if you just stay gone. Stay baby stay, stay right where you are. I like it that way, it's good for my heart. I hadn't felt like this, in God knows how long. I know everything's gonna be ok... if you just stay gone. I still love you, and I will forever. We can't hide the truth, we know each other better. When we try to make it work, we both just end up hurt. And it ain't supposed to be that way. Stay baby stay.............. I fell asleep... I was not sure how long I had been asleep when I was startled and opened my eyes. There he was. Standing beside the sofa looking at me. He touched my cheek as I asked with a shaky voice... "Rick..what are you doing here?" When he replied, " I came to see you Shay", I realized I was not dreaming. Immediately my defense mechanism kicked in. I told him as I pulled away from his touch, " you need to leave. Now!" His smile grew. The smile that once melted my heart. The same heart I was trying to help heal and make stronger. I repeated for him to leave and he took a strand of my hair and begin to play with it. I didn't like the look I was seeing on his face. His eyes fell to my breast and then looked at me. Then the words that came from his mouth sent a mad fire through me. " I need some ass Shay. Remember how I explained to you the difference in 'sex' and 'making love'? You know, 'sex ' is for the rush, the sensation, the nasty. The 'love making is an intimate thing shared between two people. I still love you but I can't deal with that. So. I want the sex." He smirked as he said it. That's all it took. My rowdy, sassy TEXAS spunk hit him on the left side of his face. I drew back and I slapped him with all I had. When I did, words begin to spill out of my mouth faster than I could understand them. " You sorry Bastard! You do have balls...get out of here and never make this mistake again!." As I started to get off the sofa he straddled me, sitting lightly across my tummy and pinning my arms back. I could see my hand print on his face. My hand was stinging. I was pissed. It had not crossed my mind how he had told me my sassiness and talk thrilled him. He began to laugh and assured me that he was getting what he came for and I began to fight. I was no match for him. But I did get a few good hits in as he blocked most of them. I asked him, all out of breath from my struggling to please not make this ugly. Just leave. Just leave me alone. "Uh Uh.." He grunted. A panic ran through me. He was going to tease me and make me change my mind. Make me willfully have sex with him. Then I took another look. That was not it at all. He was going to take it. He leaned forward and took the tie at the top of my gown between his teeth and untied it. I begin to plead with him not to do this. This was not the way it should be done. He took my hands and placed them together over my head and held them with one of his hands. He then spread my gown open with the other hand. Running his finger between my breast. Moaning as he done it. He moved to the right and took my nipple between his teeth through my gown and bit it. The pain went all through me. Then he raised up enough to watch the nipple bud into hardness. "I am telling you NO Rick," and I raised my hips up with all I had. He had to steady himself, I almost got him off balance. His free hand went to my hair and he laced his fingers through it. Pulled it lightly and said, " Don't fuck with me Shay. I am about to raise up and pull my track pants. DON"T FUCKIN TRY IT!" Quickly he had his track pants down. My mind was racing. He pulled my gown up over my hips. I could feel the heat from his swollen cock as he pushed it on my tummy. I was not excited at all. I knew it was going to hurt. I was small there. Even after teasing and getting wet, it was tight and like the first time always. As he took his engorged cock in his hand he aimed it at my opening and told me, " I am about to fuck you like the slut you are." All I could do was shake my head no. He was in his own little world. There was no stopping him. He didn't even try getting me ready, he just pushed it in. We both moaned. His from pleasure, mine from discomfort. I could not believe he was doing this. He began to move in and out of me. I know I had to have been like fucking a log. This was purely for his pleasure. And one sided. I so not wanted to show any signs of getting aroused but I knew my body well. So did he. If he continued this, my pussy would open freely and hold him tight. As he began to open me more, I still could not focus on pleasure. I laid there as he plunged in and out of me. Causing my head to bump the arm of the sofa. His thrust was getting hard. All of a sudden he lowered his upper body to mine. I could feel his breath on me. I could smell his sweat. The same man I had been so in love with was doing this to me. As he continuously pumped into me I decided to let him know my thoughts on this act, I turned my head and I bit his left shoulder. Hard. It got his attention. He pulled away shouting," God Damn Shay!" He flipped me over so quick I was not aware of it at first. He placed his hands on the back of my knees and pushed them forward causing me to be on my knees and my ass to be in the air. He then took my hands and held them by my wrist as he brought them between my legs. "Damn!', spilled from his mouth in an angry way as he took his cock and guided it to my opening from behind. He plunged as deep as it would go. And then he continued his hard fucking . I could feel his balls slapping my ass and his sweat dripping on my back. A big push and he moaned so loud it startled me. I felt his cum being unloaded. Pulse after pulse inside of me. He remained in me and caught his breath. He was so relaxed that one push of my ass against him after he released my hands, he was out of me and sitting on the sofa, with his track pants around his knees and his cock going soft. I moved off the sofa and looked at him as my gown fell in place. He knew that look he was getting, He could see the pain and sadness. As I started to leave the den he said, "Shay...I." I cut him off real quick. " Fuck you! " and I went to my bedroom. He let himself in, he can let his ass out, I told myself. Removing my soiled gown, I went to the shower. I had the one shower head going in the double shower. Standing under the water with my eyes closed tight, letting it wash away what just happened. On the outside anyway. He could smell my Jasmine before he even made it to the bathroom. I heard the door to the glass shower UN latch. I knew it was him. He turned on the other shower head and stepped under the water. We were back to back, no words being spoken, and then he turned. Watching the water run down my tanned, soft skin. He could still see red marks on my hips and ass where he held me as he took me. He knew. He knew he could not fool me or himself. He was tired of fighting it. He loved me. The sex he just had, he knew I would have approved of it. Anyway he wanted it. WE were each others, totally and completely. Still. He stepped to me. Taking my wet hair that was to the middle of my back and gently lifted it up. He then kissed my neck so soft. Over and over. I looked down at the drain and seeing the water going down ... it was like all my strength I had drawn on in the past few weeks was washing away too. All it took was his soft touch. I was melting. He slowly turned my wet naked body to him. His cock was semi hard now and lightly brushed my tummy. I could feel myself getting excited. My hair was laying over my left breast. Completely concealing it, he pushed my hair over my shoulder and looked at my breast. My nipples seem to know he was there. The water was trailing over them and dripping off in a steady stream. He lowered his head, and looking up at me, caught the water in his mouth. Never taking his eyes off of mine...he squirted the water from his mouth on my belly bo causing my 'S' charm to wiggle. He held me in place with his hands on my hips as he licked from my belly bo to my breast. He begin to take me by my shoulders and gradually turned me so that I was in front of the porcelain shower bench. My heart skipped a beat as he pushed his wet hard body into me. I felt his left hand take my right calf, raising my leg and resting it on the bench. Opening me up for my own pleasure. I knew I needed to get some support. I reached for the porcelain holder to sturdy myself. I closed my eyes letting the water run down my body as he lowered himself in front of me. He was slowly teasing me with his tongue. Licking my wet skin and swirling his tongue on me. As I leaned against the back wall of the shower in this position, he reached for the hand held shower massager and turned the head to 'steady pulse.' Just as his mouth reached my trimmed mound I opened my eyes and looked down at him. Water was running down his lean body and he was intent on his work at hand. He, while looking up at me, opened his mouth again and took water in it as it sprayed from shower head. He then closed his mouth, looked between my opened legs. He placed his index finger and middle finger on my pussy and gently opened me up revealing my clit. He then moved close and he squirted a steady stream of water on his target from his mouth. The sound of my moan filled the shower stall. He didn't stop there. He had just started... As I felt the water streaming into my exposed crevice, a new sensation came. One he knew so well that I loved. He had switched on the water massager and was holding it so that my aroused clit was being pelted with water. This was causing my excitement to rise quickly, I knew it would not take long. I began to gyrate my hips causing the water pressure to hit at different angles. He knew me well. As I would jerk my hips to the left, he would move the jolts of water to the right. In no time he had my body humping the air trying to make a connection with the pulsating water. He watched as he worked my tanned body like an instrument. An instrument he had mastered. He held the water massager at an angle now so that he could take his place there on the target as well. I felt his tongue on me. Doing a dance there where he was so focused on. He could feel his cock swaying with the excitement of watching me in total bliss. He begin to suck my clit lightly and then he knew I was there. He released the body massager quickly to take me by my waist, I was sliding down the shower wall in such sweet pleasure. He knew I having my own quiet orgasm. He loved watching my sheer pleasure escape me. Like no one was around. He held me as he turned and sat down on the shower bench and adjusting my legs to straddle him. He placed me in his lap and begin kissing me all over my neck and breast. I was still having some little orgasms. He knew that. He could hear my sounds and see the rush going through me. He had seen this many times before. As he cupped my ass and lifted me a little, I knew he had left me sore inside from his rough pounding earlier. I didn't care. It would be a good feeling knowing he was back inside me and touching those places he had awakened. Rick must have been tapped in with my thinking again because he softly whispered while kissing below my ear, " I will be easy Baby." I arched my back and curled my fingers around his shaft. I took him to my opening. He gently pressed into me causing the head to open me up. The soreness was there but I wanted to feel it. As he tried to slowly enter me, I clenched my eyes and slammed down on him. Taking him as much as I could hold inside. His sounds were not able to be understood. I smiled to myself. I had not lost my touch to mess him up. He was so taken off guard by this, he felt the cum boiling in his balls and traveling fast through his cock and begin shooting over and over into me. I felt every blast. And I started riding him slowly. I pulled away as I rode him and watched the pleasure on his sweet face through the water streaming down our faces. He knew some was tears on mine. The happy tears. We stayed in the shower until we noticed the water had gone from a nice warm to a cold. We then went to the bed and held each other .... I layed wrapped in his arms, feeling his skin next to mine. I gently stroked his strong arm with my nails. My mind sorting through the past few hours. I asked him what word came to mind when he thought of us. Without hesitation he replied, " addiction." I heard his breathing change as he fell asleep holding me, I was content. I knew he was right. We were each other's addiction. Addiction Addiction as defined by Webster's Dictionary; dependence on, or commitment to a habit, practice, or habit-forming substance to the extent that it's cessation causes trauma. Can two people become addicted to each other? His power drew me in the first time we met. We met innocently enough; he answered a personal ad I placed online. I had met dozens of other men from the ad. None of them had this kind of effect on me. Our emails were extremely brief. Basically, me asking about his day and expressing my desire to meet soon and him telling me how hot and tired he was and that he wanted to meet me soon too. We talked online one night and I gave him my phone number. When he called I did something I very rarely did; I invited him to come to my house to meet me. He said he was very tired but I persisted. He asked if I was worth the long drive from his house to my apartment and naturally I said ‘of course'. Testing my brazen self-confidence, he embarrassed me with a frank question, sexual in nature. I responded, asking him if he was a good kisser and told him there would be nothing sexual between us unless he could pass my "kissing test". This challenge apparently peaked his interest and he said he would make the forty minute drive. Forty minutes...just enough time to prepare. I touched up my makeup, combed my hair, perfumed, and changed my clothes. I chose tight black leggings and the most provocative black shirt I owned. I was sitting in my wheelchair in the kitchen when he arrived and watched him approach my porch through the sliding glass door. He was wearing a hat, like the one in the photo he emailed to me, jeans, cowboy boots and a yellow knit pullover shirt. I took a deep breath, answered the door, and invited him in. He seemed a bit stunned at first, but it was not disappointment I saw on his face. He quickly regained his composure when I invited him to sit on the couch with me. We sat and talked for more than an hour. I was very impressed. He was quite intelligent, well read, and had a great sense of humor. The more we talked the more attracted I became. I noticed his strong jaw line and the slight dimple in his chin. His intense blue/gray eyes caught mine and he said, ‘I think it is time for that kiss'. I smiled nervously and scooted closer. He put his arm around me, drew me roughly closer and I melted into him as he kissed me. I guess you could say he "had" me at first kiss. His kiss grew more insistent, and his arms tightened around me. Suddenly I was on my back with him kneeling on the floor next to me. He kissed me passionately. His hands traced the curves of my hips, and cupping my tits, he gave one a tight squeeze and then proceeded to expose them and then tease one nipple with his tongue while squeezing the other one. I tried fruitlessly to control my body's reaction to him. I was quite sure he could feel my heart racing and my breathing quicken. Suddenly he stopped, pulled my bra back over my tits, stood and said he had to leave. It was my turn to be stunned. Was it something I said? Something I did wrong? When I asked why he had to leave, he said he ‘didn't trust himself'. I was a bit taken aback, but was feeling much the same way...and then he was gone and I was afraid I would never see him again. I did see him again, and again. It wasn't long before I was very much in love with him, but I never understood why he didn't want me to live with him. That was four years ago. I was drawn very slowly into a lifestyle polite society would shun, and I have even embraced it. He claimed me, taught me much about my inner darkness, and helped expose it. Our relationship has been fraught with amazing highs and painful lows. He pushes me away and comes back, I leave and beg him to take me back. I have tried to leave him several times, because I feel I need a man who wants the responsibility of taking care of me. There are, no doubt, other men in the lifestyle who would gladly love me and care for me. Why do I keep going back to him? I truly love him, I know that without a doubt. Nor is there any doubt that I have become addicted to the lifestyle he introduced me to. Why does he come back to me? He doesn't need me, or want me with him. I'm not sure he even knows why. He is my Master and I will soon be his marked and collared slave, gladly pleasing and serving him without limits. He says it's addiction. I say it's love.