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An Accidental Love God Ch. 01

By: RockyMountainErotic



Chapter 1: How It All Began

I really had not meant it to turn out this way. It just happened and it was accident.

I suppose that is not really a good way to start this. I should begin at the beginning. 

It started when I decided that I had enough of being the fat guy with the great looking wife. You could just see other people thinking "What is she doing with him?" whenever we were out together. My wife is tall and lean with fantastic long legs and a very shapely ass. Her soft blonde hair is shoulder length and her C cup breasts are still firm even though she is over 40. I had tried all sorts of diets to no avail so this time I went to a doctor for help. 

Dr. McEvoy worked for one of those clinics that are specifically designed for men over a certain age, and I fit that profile. After one of the most comprehensive medical exams I have ever taken (she really did need 10 vials of blood for all those tests) she set me up with an extensive program of eating, exercise, vitamins, pills and injections. The great thing is, it worked! I got down to body builder levels of body fat, put on 20 pounds of muscle and felt great. I went from being well over 300 pounds to 215 pounds on my 6 foot frame, with only 12% body fat. For the first time in my life, I had 6 pack abs! I should also say that being in shape really improves your sex life. Things get more athletic in a great way. One of the great things about my state is our medical marijuana laws. If you have "chronic pain" you can get a medical marijuana prescription and who over 40 does not some old thing that still bothers them? Think bad backs. One evening my wife and I had indulged - overindulged really -- in some "pain control therapy" and were in full blown passion. One of our favorite things to do was for my wife to play with a huge pink rabbit style sex toy. This has a huge dildo that moves around and a vibrating extension that hits her clit. While she uses this she sucks on my cock. Believe me, t is great for all involved. This night she was lying across our bed while I stood near the beds edge. She was licking the base of my cock while I reached down and played gently moved the vibrator in and out, teasing her clit. With one hand she twisted her nipples while she used the other to tease my cock. 

I was getting excited and I thrust the toy into her, pressing the vibrator hard against her clit.

"OOO are you trying to get me to cum?" she purred "That will do it"

"Yes, then I will spread your legs and fuck that tight wet pussy"

"Yes please do that... ooo yes" she moaned.

She moaned as she wrapped her lips around my cock head and thrust her hips to get maximum contact with the vibrator. Suddenly she stiffened and shuttered with her orgasm.

"Yes FUCK YES! Keep going!" she yelled as she came again.

With her second orgasm I felt a spark jump into me from the toy. It had short circuited and given me an electrical shock. It was nothing big, as it was just the voltage from a few batteries, but I yelped with surprise. Of course by this point, being both stoned and in the midst of some serious sexual excitement I did not care. I tossed the vibrator aside and spread her legs over my shoulders, thrusting myself into her warm wet pussy. 

I slammed into her hard and, looking back on things, this is where my life changed. My wife does not normally have multiple orgasms or vaginal orgasms. Oral sex, vibrators, or any clitoral stimulation all can bring her off, but not a cock inside her. This time, however she cried out and came hard with me inside her. Well when you are stoned that is quite enough to send a man into a mind blowing orgasm himself and I shot inside her, screaming with my own pleasure. 

Now we have been married for a long time and usually once is enough for us, but not that night. She wanted seconds, then thirds and would have gone for more I think if we did not need to go to work the next day. 

The next morning, she dressed for work in what she sometimes referred to as her "come fuck me" clothes. These are professional but very sexy -- a pencil skirt, tight blouse, 4 inch heels and she wore thigh hi stockings and a matching lace panties and bra underneath. She strutted into the kitchen while I made coffee. 

"Trying to impress someone?" I asked.

"Yes, you. Think about me wearing this today because when I get home I am going to fuck your brains out."

We had not talked like this to each other for a long time. Basically I thought we were past that stage of our relationship, but I welcomed the change.

"What has come over you?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"I don't know but whatever you did last night has got me very hot for you." And with that she lifted her skirt and turned, wiggling her o so sexy ass at me and giving me a full view of all that sexy lingerie. She knows that this turns me on more than anything else she can do.

"I have meetings early, otherwise I would fuck you right here in the kitchen. Don't stay to late at the gym because you'll get a work out here too." And, with that she sauntered to her car and left for work.

That morning she continually distracted me with text messages. 

"I got so hot thinking about you I shut the office door and played with myself"

"Why don't you stop by the office and I'll fuck you in the bathroom?" (we work on opposite sides of the city so that was not possible).

"My panties are so wet right now" I was, frankly, flabbergasted. My wife is one of those people who never mix business with pleasure. Work is for work -- get it out of the way, then go home and play. Whatever had gotten into her, I was enjoying the change. I had been the fat guy for most of my life and it was nice to feel like I was wanted as a sex toy, not for being the "nice guy with a weight problem". I spent most of the day in a fully or semi-erect state as a result. My wife said this only made her more excited. Of course this was somewhat distracting and I had some trouble working as a result, but I was still being productive. I had noticed women looking at me oddly, but I assumed it was the constant bulge in my pants and left it at that. 

This day happened to be my training day with Jose, the personal trainer assigned to me by Dr. McEvoy. Imagine Arnold Schwarzenegger and Cheech Marin had a love child and you can picture Jose. We were performing our normal routines when I stumbled on my first "victim". 

I should start by saying I have always had a thing for Latina women, even though I ended up married to a pale Dutch Irish woman who could manage to get sunburned in Seattle... in winter. Maria is the embodiment of Latina hotness. Maria was the club manager who doubled as a fitness model. She was about 30, had the face of a Mexican soap opera star and a body that had made the cover of several fitness and men's magazines. Maria had always been polite to me, but never really friendly. She was hot, she knew it and I was married and out of her league. 

When she worked out Maria dressed to impress. Today she wore a dark pair of booty shorts that showed off those well sculpted buns and plenty of her long firm legs. I am a leg and butt guy. Anyone with a few thousand dollars can buy boobs but it takes work to get a great butt and legs. Speaking of boobs, Maria was doing her best to change my opinion. She was wearing a skin tight tank top with a low neck that showed plenty of C cup cleavage. In my head, I knew they were store bought but other parts of my anatomy enjoyed the view. I was not paying more than the usual attention to this hot body when I brushed against her as I put a dumbbell away. I hear her gasp. "Oh, sorry Maria. I spaced a bit." Really I had only brushed against her arm... why the big reaction?

Her eyes lost focus for a moment then focused intently on me. She licked her lips and gave me a huge smile. "Hi!" she said brightly. "Its' ok, I was just ... well no matter. Wow, I just noticed how much you have changed your body. You are looking hot!" 

Jose had heard this and saw the look of surprise on my face. "Madre de Dios" I heard him mutter. "No really!" Maria continued. "You need to come by my office and lets discuss you doing an ad for us. You know, the before and after thing... 'cause, you know, you are looking really... wow... really fine."

"Ahhh ok.... "I stammered. "Listen, Jose charges by the hour so I better get back." 

"Oh dude you got it" Jose muttered when I got back.

"Got what?"

"The ink."

"The what?"

"Ok, dud I know you use weed for "medicine" Did you get some kind of shock while you were high recently?"

I blushed and he knew the answer.

"Ahhhh shit mano!" Jose said when he saw my face. "You got zapped when you were having sex while high?"

"Well it was just the batteries of a sex toy."

"Doesn't matter man. It just takes a bit. The combination of the weed, the stuff Doc Mac is ginvin' you and the jolt, particularly if you were all up and fucking when it happened... You're an ink dude, just like me."

"So what is an ink?"

"An incubus. Look it up on Wikipedia man. They get the myth right. You are now a sex demon... or a sex god. I guess it depends on your point of view. Basically the glands that produce your pheromones have been altered. I saw all the women I this place looking at you when you tonight. The smell gets them going. When you touch a woman and your sweat hits their skin... well forget it man... they will be very hot for you. The more you transfer the hotter they get. Bet your wife can't get enough now, right?" 

"Well, now that you mention it, she's been a bit over the top since it happened."

"Dude, your gonna need to learn to control it. Still it has advantages."

"Such as?" the only thing I could see coming was big trouble.

"These women will do anything and pay you for it man. I work for Doc Mac to keep the meds coming, but that Jag I drive? My house? Dude that is not from personal trainer money. These women pay me to do them. Smart guy like you could make millions because you can turn it into a bigger business."

"But what about my wife?"

"Dude as long as you keep doing her she'll play. And the best thing is, you feed off their energy now. You'll be able to fuck all day and all night and you'll get stronger and fitter the more you do. You can transfer that to your wife so she'll always look hot. You'll learn and it will be great."

The conversation continued along these lines as we finished off our workout. Maria was strangely always around the same machines and equipment we were using, smiling and flirting with me. I was a sweaty mess when I started stretching at the end of the workout. Jose left me with a smile and went over to one of his female clients. He touched her arm and her eyes went out of focus for a moment. When they came back she was focused on him, smiling and flirty. He winked at me and was off.

The gym had some equipment that made it easy to stretch and Maria came over while I worked. It was hard to tell if she was stretching or showing off for me. She would bend over and wiggle that perfect ass, grab the overhead bars and thrust her boobs at me. All the while smiling at me and chatting.

I started for the shower when she grabbed my arm. 

"Let's talk about that ad in my office."

Nothing good will come of this, I thought as I entered the office. I could not think of an excuse to get out of this. 

Maria shut the door behind us and I thought I heard her lock it. 

"We should do swim suit shots. Take off your shirt and let's see." 

"Ummm... is that really necessary?"

"Oh yes. I need to manage this." 

I took off my shirt and Maria sucked in some air. 

"Yes, very nice." She began to run her hands over my chest and back. I was covered in sweat from my workout and the pheromones began having the effect Jose described. "You are delicious. I... I mean women would want to eat you alive." She licked her lips.

"You know I better put the shirt on...."

"No! Wait!" Maria cut me off. "No.... umm lets see how you are with just your tights on."

I wore a pair of stretch compression shorts for my workout underneath a pair of baggy shorts. 

"I'm not too comfortable showing off" I sputtered

"You should be... you are so hot." And with that Maria yanked my shorts to the floor. She stepped closer to me, rubbing her hands over my butt and pressing her breasts to my chest. 

"You will be perfect as a model for us. I don't see how any woman can resist you." She purred and began to kiss my chest.

I pushed her away. "Listen, I'm married and... well this is not too cool."

"I don't give a shit about you being married!" She pulled me back to her. Damn she was strong for a small woman. One hand reached to my crotch and began to stroke me. Instantly I was hard. I tried to be gentle and push her away but she held her ground.

"You brain says no but your cock says yes." She purred.

"Really! Maria! This is not good. I have a wife and.... Oooo fuck...." Maria's hands on my crotch were getting me excited. She was kissing and licking my chest. "OOoo that is so nice but really Maria we shouldn't...."

"Oh yes we should" and with that she dropped to her knees pulled my compressions shorts down and licked the length of my liberated hard on. Her tongue expertly teased the head of my cock before taking the length down her throat. God she was good at this.

"OOO fuck that is so nice.... But.... But...." My protests were getting weaker.... "we really should not...we should stop.... Really... don't ....stop.... OOOO YES! Don't stop that!"

There is, after all, only so much temptation a man can take. Maria stood and, with a sweep of her arms, threw everything on her desk onto the floor. She dropped those booty shorts and sat on the desk, spreading her legs. "Lick my pussy" she demanded.

Her pussy was wet and the button of her clit was hard and erect when my tongue started its dance on it. Maria moaned with pleasure as I slipped first one finger, then a second into her pussy. Her legs wrapped around my back and she pressed my face to her slit.

"O fuck yes! O yes! OMIGOD!" She came quickly then thrust her hips to my face for more. Happy to oblige at this point I pressed my tongue hard against her as she came again and I felt something.... A surge of energy passed into me from 

Maria as she came, moaning "OOO YES! GIVE ME MORE!"

"Oh Fuck yes! Your cock! I need your cock!" She was really a bit loud and I wondered in the back of my brain, the part not consumed by desire, what folks outside might think. Nevertheless I placed her legs over my shoulders and plunged into her. I love the look of a woman writing in pleasure on my cock. I had to see Maria's tits so I pulled one from her tight pink top. Her nipples were hard and brown and her breasts round and firm. They felt wonderful under my hand as I pounded into her. 

"O GOD! You are so good! O fuck I'm going to cum again!"

I wanted to enjoy this so I controlled myself as she came on my cock. Again I felt that surge of energy pass into me and... well it felt really good. As I noted I am very much a butt and legs guy so I had to take Maria's lusciousness from behind. I stood her up and bent her over the desk. She wiggled her ass at me. 

"More! Oh please give me more!" she begged. 

I thrust into her wet pussy from behind, feelings its warmth envelop me. The sight of her perfect round butt was driving me wild when I heard Jose's voice I my head. 

"Mano, learn to control it."

An idea came to me, I thought "pleasure" and took a bead of sweat from my brow. I traced it down her spine to the crack of her ass then slapped her butt. I later learned that it took a moment for the pheromones to be absorbed, then Maria cried out in pleasure and came on my cock. 

"That's it! Cum baby! Cum!" I said as another drip of sweat fell to her butt. Within moments she was doing just that, cumming hard and crying out in pleasure. Each time I felt myself absorb some energy and it felt good. Her contractions were too much for me this time and I exploded inside her shooting what felt like gallons of cum into her waiting pussy. We both collapsed, catching our breath.

"Tú eres el diablo." Maria muttered.

I laughed. "I suppose I am a demon now."

Now how the hell was I going to explain this to my wife? 

An Accidental Love God Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Getting Home

I showered and made sure I had washed off any scent of sex or Maria before I left the gym.

I was sweating, thinking about how I would explain this to my wife. I walked in the front door and simply stopped in shock, dropping my keys to the floor. My wife had dropped her pencil skirt and blouse. She lay across the living room couch still wearing her thigh high stockings, her heels and her bra, one hand manipulating a vibrator around her dripping pussy and the second pulled a nipple from her bra and played with it.

She looked up. "Shut the door and fuck me!" she moaned. "This is not enough! Only you will do it!"

"Dinners not ready yet, I suppose" stammering in shock. I had never seen her like this.

"Eat me instead!" she demanded and walked/strutted to the door, slamming it then sitting o the hallway table spreading her pussy lips. "Lick me now!" she demanded.

I sank to my knees in front of her and thought "Cum baby cum" as I brushed my fingers across my sweaty brow. I pressed my sweat coated fingers against her already swollen clit, rubbing in gentle circles.

She screamed. She had never done that before. "Fuck YES!" 

She pressed my face to her pussy and wrapped her long legs over my back. I love the feeling of nylons on my back and needed no further encouragement. I plunged my face into her pussy, lapping at her clit and pressing two fingers inside her pressing against her G spot. I guess I still had pheromones on my hand so she was cuming again in an instant pressing my face into her pussy. 

"More! Oh GOD GIVE ME MORE!" she cried as I continued to lick. She pulled at her nipples and dug her heels into my back, holding me in place and pressing her clit to my tongue. 

I lost track of the number of times she came on my face. After some time I announced "My turn. Suck my cock"

"OOOO anything." She moaned and got to her knees in front of me

She looked up at me, her blue eyes adoring as she licked the head and shaft of my cock. She used one hand to control and stroke me while the other went to her clit. 

"Pleasure" I thought as I caressed her luscious blonde hair. Within a moment she was moaning on the shaft of my cock as she came, the vibrations sending pleasure up my spine.

"I know what you like" she purred and unsnapped her bra, letting her wonderful firm breasts out. She wrapped my cock in her tits and licked the tip as I thrust between them. I have never been able to last long with a tit fuck and I moaned with pleasure. 

"Cum for me" she purred. "Cum on my face and tits"

"OOO FUCK!" I cried and shot again, if anything more than I had shot not an hour before with Maria. 

I leaned back against the hallway wall while she licked the drops of cum from me. She looked like a porn star after the money shot. It looked hot I will say.

"I don't know what is happening here, " she said, "but I love it. After dinner you and I are hitting the bedroom and I hope you are ready to get rocked all night long."

I pulled up my pants and looked at her. "I know what is going on. Let's discuss it when we eat."

My wife cleaned up and came to dinner, wearing a very sexy bra and panties underneath a silk robe. I had cooked some steak and vegetables and, in a rare gesture, poured us drinks. I had not been drinking as part of the effort to lose weight. I had gone from a blob over 300 pounds to 215 pounds with body builder levels of body fat on a medically supervised program of food, exercise, supplements and injections. I could see my stomach muscles for the first time ever. I explained to my wife over dinner.

"You know this program I've been doing with Dr. McEvoy, right?"

"Yes, I am really proud of your work and you look great."

"Well it has changed me, in more ways than just fat and looks babe. I am an ... well..." I sputtered. Now that we were to it I found the words came hard.

"Just say it."

"I'm an ink.... An incubus." I blurted out.

"A what?"

I grabbed my I-phone and googled the word incubus and brought up Wikipedia.

"They get it mostly right." I explained. "Of course, repeated intercourse with me actually will not kill you. Instead, it gives health." 

I explained what Jose had told me. My pheromones had been changed so that they were super charged. Smelling them was a turn on. Actual contact with my sweat made me irresistible to a woman. 

"Come on." She said when I was done explaining. "How is that possible. Did you slip some drugs into me yesterday? That has to be it."

"No... watch." I reached into my arm pit, where there was a touch of perspiration and caressed my wife's arm with a finger, all the while thinking "pleasure".

"O GOD! O FUCK!" she gasped. "God I need you! Right now!

She jumped off her seat and was immediately on her knees n front of me, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock. After a long marriage she knew exactly how to please me. Her tongue teased the small area behind the base of my circumcised head making me instantly erect. She took it all down her throat. 

I knew I'd need to satisfy her before we could discuss this further.

"Stand up." I said then bent her over the dining room table, plunging my cock into her already dripping pussy. 

"Cum" I thought as I slapped her sexy round ass. I was learning just the slightest bit of pheromone was enough. She slammed back against me and shuttered with orgasm, tossing her blonde hair as her body shook. "Again" I thought and she moaned with pleasure, her pussy squeezing my cock as I pounded into her. 

"OOOO FUCK!" I yelled as I shot another load of cum into her. As I met other inks I would learn that my cum now contained a hormone that women absorbed that made them healthier, more energetic and helped them loose fat. In short, it turned them into babes, which explained why so many inks made a fortune as personal trainers or running gyms. Anyway I had not cum more than once in a night since I was in my thirties and to cum over three times two nights running was a very nice change.

"Fuck" my wife panted. "You'll be like this from now on? Our sex life will always be like this?

"I don't know." I admitted.

"Do other women react like this to you?"

"Yes." I admitted. "I suppose this is the for better or for worse part, all rolled into one. Jose told me it can be used to make lots of money"

We discussed the pros and cons of this for some time, until she hugged me to let me know she loved me. Of course, that transferred pheromones so we were off to bed again for round 3, then 4, then 5. 

Now, as you know we are in middle age. Even though we exercise, eat right and take care of ourselves we still have the normal age lines and wrinkles one gets.

The next morning she was putting on eye makeup and getting ready for work.

"This is odd." She said as I shaved.

"What?'

"The lines around my eyes, the crow's feet ... they're gone... and my neck is getting firmer..." She opened her robe.... "and my boobs are perky. Look at where the nipples are now. They don't sag. Does this have anything to do with your change?"

"I don't know"

I late found out it did. Like I said, for better or for worse.



An Accidental Love God Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Work

While I tried to figure out how to deal with my little issue of being an incubus while, at the same time, staying married, I began to take some precautions. My sweat glands had been altered to produce strong pheromones. The scent aroused women but if we had skin to skin contact they would start acting like the stars of really bad porn movies. Jose, a personal trainer and also an "ink" as we called ourselves, coached me extensively on how to control myself, so, at the very least, my wife was satisfied early enough for me to get enough sleep and get to work in the morning. Most men dream of having such problems, I suppose. 

I switched out all my cotton workout shirts to Under Armor, which does not hold the sweat. That would prevent any accidents at the gym or inadvertently turning on the woman who cleans our house when she did the laundry. I had visions of coming home to find this Mrs. Lopez, a woman who looked like what central casting would send up when you asked for a kindly Mexican grandmother, sitting on my washing machine with the spin cycle going full blast and her jeans around her ankles. Work was relatively easy, I thought. I work as a computer programmer, which means that I work with all guys. We are always heads down in front of computers banging out code with only the occasional female project manager, client or colleague from another department showing up for a meeting. It was easy to avoid the physical contact that would lead to events that the HR department would frown upon -- unless of course t involved the VP of HR who happened to be fairly attractive... but I best not go there.

So I thought work would be easy... that is until my last meeting of the day on Friday.

I generally want to get out the door early on Fridays in winters so I can get to the mountains and ski. This meeting was important. We had a meeting with a key customer on Monday who was considering using us to outsource their IT programs and I was the technical lead for their work. This meeting started at 4:30 because it was the only time the empty suit VP could attend.

I am not entirely sure that "empty suit" is a term one should apply to women. I've worked with women executives before and generally prefer them to men. They are competent and listen. They don't mind that I know more about technology then they do. That is my job after all. I have found that guys who are dumb about technology can be particularly vicious when you point to their inadequacies, even inadvertently. I have literally had male bosses quote the pointy haired boss from Dilbert verbatim and not realize how dumb they sounded. Donna was the first female executive I had come across who did the same thing. She had one, and only one redeeming virtue, she had a cute butt and violet eyes to die for. Donna was good looking in the girl next door sense. 

The company I work for is small. Our president does not hire people based on looks alone, however, when two equally qualified candidates are interviewed, the best looking woman always wins. I am not sure how Donna snuck through or manages to keep her job. However, I do understand about Aleska, the account manager who would also participate in this meeting. Aleska is our top producing sales person. She listens to our customers, understands their needs and closes deals. It is no secret how she gets in the door in the male dominated computer field either, as Aleska immigrated to the USA from St. Petersburg at 18 and worked her way through college as an exotic dancer. She now has a "hobby" of competing in fitness and bikini model contests as an IFBB pro. Her husband runs health food stores and she regularly models for his ads. She is tall, slender with long legs and a gorgeous Russian face. Aleska was hot and she knew it. With male customers she acted like they were Russian billionaires and she was their babe for the day. If some guys want to make business decisions with their penis, she was happy to collect the commissions. 

I entered the conference room at the appointed hour late Friday afternoon on automatic pilot. We have a casual work environment so long as you are not meeting with clients. Donna was in jeans that showed off her butt very well and a simple red blouse. Aleska had been visiting clients so she wore a tight dress and low cut scoop neck blouse and a pair of studded leather boots with 4 inch heels. Her outfit was professional and not slutty, but just barely. Both Donna and Aleska stood and extended their hands to be shaken.

I shook Donna's hand and was shaking Aleska's when I realized my mistake. Donna had gotten that vague unfocused look in those gorgeous violet eyes just as I took Aleska's hand. I broke contact with Aleska almost immediately but it was too late. Her eyes lost focus for a moment as well. We sat around the conference table discussing what we would present to this customer. At first I thought I had dodged this particular bullet. 

"Maybe I did not excrete the pheromone through my hands", I thought, "or maybe they're immune." I noticed that Aleska was squirming a bit as she sat next to me, causing her skirt to ride up and flashing lots of thigh. I thought nothing of it until I saw the lace tops of Aleska's thigh hi stockings. I stared. She smiled and I felt her hand touch my thigh.

"Gribble Grock!" I yelped.

Donna stared. "Excuse me?" 

I faked a cough. "Sorry.... I um... frog in my throat." 

Aleska's hand still rested on my thigh. "Have some water." She purred in her sexy Russian accent. 

"Yes it is getting warm in here." Donna unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse exposing cleavage and the lace top of a red bra. She looked directly at me and licked her lips.

"Oh shit." I thought.

My eyes immediately went to my laptop and I began to mutter something about work estimates and pricing. 

"I'll need to see that spreadsheet." Donna said and walked to a position behind me. I thought I heard a click of the conference room door lock as she went around the table. Aleska's hands rose higher on my thigh.

Donna looked over my shoulder. She had to be able to see Aleska's hand on my thigh, yet she said nothing about it, just prattled about the data on the spreadsheet. 

"Now we really need to pay attention to this data." Donna leaned forward and pressed her breasts into the back of my shoulders. 

"You've been working out." She whispered in my ear. Aleska leaned over and touched my bare forearm. I could feel the bare skin of Donna's chest against my head.

My mind had divided itself into a committee of three. I could picture three little versions of me arguing in my head. 

Me-1 "We are all married! Jesus Rollerblading Christ! Stop it!"

Me-2 "Oh shit! Cannot do this at work! We'll get caught! We'll all get fired! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh SHIT!"

Me-3 "YES! Threesome right here on the conference room table! Friday at 5:30! No one else is here! FUCK YES LET'S DO IT!"

As you might imagine, me-3 is my inner 18 year old, constantly flying on testosterone. I thought I kept him on a short leash. 

Me-3 grabbed the pheromone controls and poured it on.

Aleska's hand rose to my crotch and began to caress. "You're right Donna. He has been working out. He is so hard."

"Rather than go for drinks after work, let's just party here, ok, Aleska?" Donna asked.

"MMM yes."

Donna spun my chair around and kissed me hard on the lips, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

"Gibbiledy Gonk!" I tried to protest. Me-1 and Me-2 were desperately trying to figure out how to get out of this.

Aleska stood behind Donna and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing Donna's perfect champagne glass tits. 

Donna came up for air. 

"Look we really shouldn't" I gasped.

"Oh yes we should" both women said together. 

Aleska slipped out of her blouse to expose some of the nicest breasts money could buy, straining against a pink demit cup bra. She pressed them to my face.

"These nipples need your tongue please."

Me-2, my inner businessman, suddenly shouted an idea. The person who would decide on whether we got this contract is FEMALE! There is no way you won't close a deal with her!

"Wait! Wait!" I pushed Aleska away but began to caress the breasts of both women. Letting loose the pheromones. "I'll do this, but if we close the deal I get 10% of all the revenues generated."

Thank you me-2. "The wife will like that" Me-1 chimed in. This deal was for $25 million per year for five years.

"I'll authorize that." said Donna. "Anything for that cock."

"Go to your laptop over there and send me an email to that effect, copy to HR, that I'll get a 10% commission on this deal."

While Donna banged out a quick email Aleska slipped off her skirt and showed me her talents as a lap dancer. She is very talented. I heard the chime and confirmed Donna's email. With the deal done me-1, me-2 and me-3 merged back to just me, in full agreement that it was time to have fun. 

Aleska was straddling my lap. I had exposed a nipple and bit into it gently. 

"Это настолько хорошо" she moaned. "That is so nice"

Donna had slipped out of her jeans and stood over my chair. I teased one of her nipples with my hand while Aleska's hand found her wet boy short style panties. The two women's tongues danced together. 

"Take off those panties, Donna. And Aleska, play with her clit."

"Cum Donna" I thought and released the pheromones. Soon Donna was crying in pleasure as Aleska gently rubbed her clit. I slid one finger, then a second inside her wet hole and she came again. 

"Oh get those clothes off!" Donna ordered me after she calmed down. I stood and both women were on me, Aleska taking off my shirt and kissing down my chest, Donna on her knees stripping off my pants and stroking my cock. 

"Oh such a nice cock." Purred Donna

"Это прекрасно" Aleska slipped into her native Russian. "It is lovely."

Aleska kissed me deeply and ribbed her nylon clad thighs against me while Donna licked and teased my cock, paying particular attention to the very sensitive area beneath the head, teasing it with her tongue. I pressed a finger against Aleska's clit and thought "cum". Within moments she was shuddering in orgasm.

" Tvoyu mat! Tvoyu mat!" she cried. "Fuck! Fuck!"

"Now both of you suck my cock." Both women were on their knees before me, taking me in their mouth in turns. Donna was particularly good at teasing with her tongue up and down the shaft. Aleska deep throated me and moaned, sending shudders through me. 

Over my time at work I had fantasies about both these women and it was time to fulfill them. Aleska would be first.

I told Aleska to lay on the conference room table and I positioned her legs over my shoulders. She still wore her stockings and I loved the feeling of nylon against my chest as I entered her. Donna positioned herself so that she and Aleska could lick each other as I fucked Aleska. I pounded into Aleska and enjoyed the sight of Donna licking her clit as I did so, occasionally letting Donna's talented tongue clean Aleska's juices from my cock. I kept the pheromones up. I really liked Aleska and wanted to make sure she enjoyed this. After what felt like dozens of orgasms, I was ready to cum . I did the full porn movie thing, pulling out and letting Donna take all of my cum into her mouth. 

"Donna, I have always wanted to fuck that sexy ass of yours."

"I've got baby oil in my bag." She offered and produced it. I bent her over the conference room table and Aleska and I prepped her ass, sliding oil coated fingers into her. Finally I slid in my cock. God it was tight. "Cum" I thought and Donna screamed with pleasure. 

"Fuck I've never cum with someone in my ass!" she exclaimed. 

I pumped into her hard making her cum again and again. Finally her spasms pumped me. I pulled out and did the porn star thing again, cuming over her back.

I released the pheromones that would satisfy the ladies, at least for now. 

"We'll be flying to LA Monday and staying there three days. We'd save money with a single room." Donna said.

My wife and I did manage to get to the mountains that weekend. I said nothing to anyone about my plan and just got in touch with my inner 10 year old, playing in the snow. 

I made a mental note to pick TSA screening lines with just guys on Monday morning.



An Accidental Love God Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Learning the Power

The pheromones that give me my power as an incubus are secreted through my sweat. In an office this is not a big deal, as writing computer programs is hardly strenuous. Skiing however presents a problem. Technical ski clothing like long underwear absorbs sweat to wick the moisture away from your body. While the moisture evaporates, the stuff that makes one smell, like incubus pheromones, stays behind. Before I got my power I would just stink and women would avoid me. Now, however... 

Whenever I came inside to warm up or get something to eat I could see women looking at me; they would attempt to chat me up even in front of husbands and kids. Part of me always wanted to have fit athletic women eating from the palm of my hand. These fantasies, of course, did not involve my wife being there or the need to avoid altercations with irate husbands or kids asking "Mommy, who is that man?"

I managed to get through the weekend with no major issues, mostly because après ski drinks were in our condo. 

I got to the airport early for my 6 AM flight Monday, thinking about how exactly I would pull off this sale. I had met the client's CIO, the person whose signature I had to entice, a few time and really thought she was a good person. Ritu was only 5 foot 2 inches of delicate Indian immigrant. She had the delicate pretty features of many Indian women and long dark hair, typically held up in a bun. She was very fit - I had heard she was into triathlons - but she rarely ever showed off her body with her business clothes. I could understand why, of course. Her boss, the company president, and his boss, the chairperson of the board, were very conservative about office attire. Their idea of casual Friday was allowing brown suits. What I truly loved about Rita was her smile. Her dazzling white teeth against her dark skin lit up a room. It was one of the few genuine smiles I had seen on executives at that level. When I see most C level executives smile I think sharks and crocodiles, but not Ritu. We got along very well. While I was attracted to her in the same way I was attracted to most good looking women, there was never any flirting with Ritu, just professional friendliness that caused her to light up the room with her smile. I considered her a friend, and now I would be testing that friendship. 

The problem with thinking through how I would handle this meeting and manipulation, I was unconsciously releasing buckets of pheromones. Any woman who came within 50 feet of me was picking up o the scent. Monday morning flights are typically filled with groggy business people, almost all men. I got to the gate, saved seats for Aleska and Donna and cracked my computer to work through my presentation. While I knew why Ritu would agree to the contract, I had to keep up appearances. I was oblivious when the first well-dressed business woman asked it the seat next to me was occupied.

"Sorry. I'm saving those for two colleagues."

By the fourth woman doing this I got suspicious and looked up. Every chair in the area was occupied by a woman, all wide awake and looking towards me with various degrees of flirtation. A flight attendant licked her lips at me.

"I don't need this" I thought and went right back to heads down.

Aleska and Donna arrived at the gate only a few moments before the flight was called. 

"Maybe we should find someplace to enjoy ourselves before the flight." Donna whispered to me as she sat next to me.

"They'll be calling the flight in 5 minutes boss lady." I replied. "Let's save it to celebrate tonight."

"Celebrate or no tonight, I cannot wait to get back at you." Aleska purred as she sat on my other side. Both women had dressed very conservatively for this client, but that did not stop Aleska from pressing the best boobs money could buy into my arm.  

"Right... right, ok let's just get through this." I said, thanking the lucky stars that I had worn a suit. Any skin to skin contact and we'd have gotten arrested for public lewdness right there. The flight was called just then. Donna, as a VP, flew first class and boarded. Aleska, who flew frequently to meet with customers, went next to sit up front. I, who rarely travels, was back in cattle car class in the rear of the plane. The window seat was already occupied by a small, thin man who looked like he was a runner or long distance bike rider. We get lots of aerobic animals in the Rockies, as they move here to train. He was already fast asleep. I had the middle seat, so I stowed my bag, took off my suit jacket and I hoped my luck would hold for the person who got the aisle seat. I've learned that business travel gold is no longer an empty middle seat - the flights are always full. The standard now is seats next to really tiny people who will not crowd you. Ideally, I'd fly on flights with tour groups of anorexic midgets. 

I scanned the people coming down the aisle thinking "Please him... not him... please her." I saw the person who would sit next to me and blanched. First, it was a she and I really did not want to deal with my little incubus problem on an airplane. Second, this woman was the poster person for America's obesity epidemic. I had been borderline obese and after losing all the weight I had developed an aversion to people who were truly obese. This woman was all of 5 foot 2 inches and 400 pounds if she were an ounce. She had curves, like an apple has curves. She smiled at me in a friendly way, stowed her bag and sat -- really overflowed is a better word - the aisle seat. 

There was no way to avoid contact. I was amazed the airline had not required her to purchase a second ticket. 

"Please long sleeve shirt... save me!" I thought.

I made very sure that my hands stayed as far away as possible from Ms. Obesity 2012 but had not counted on the one other bit of exposed flesh. You see, Ms. Obesity could not get the seat belt around her waist, so she reached up to call the flight attendant. The flab of her arms rolled like a tsunami with her movement and her bare arm brushed against the top of my head. There needs to be a law prohibiting the sale of sleeveless blouses to anyone over a certain body fat percentage.

"Excuse me.... Oh.... Oh my..." I saw her eyes go out of focus. I swore then that, if I got out of this, I would buy a burka and only appear in public dressed as a strict Muslim woman. 

I later learned that the effect of the pheromones is much stronger the longer a woman has gone without sex. I could imagine it had been a very long time for this woman, if ever. The annual production of beer for all of Germany could not produce beer goggles thick enough for anyone to be interested.

She turned to me with a goofy, almost drunken smile as she waited for the flight attendant. I put laser focus on my copy of the Wall Street Journal.

The flight attendant delivered the belt extension and I heard Ms. Obesity mutter something about getting tied up. I still have nightmares. 

"Hi, I'm Adele" she said in what was a surprisingly sultry voice - think Kathleen Turner in Who Framed Roger Rabbit. She extended a hand.

"Oh... hi... sorry, newsprint..." I muttered and went right back to my paper without taking her hand. 

She touched myarm. "Ya know, I don't typically do this... but um..." she bit her lip... "maybe you and I could ... um ... well I find you really hot and why don't we join the mile high club. Head back to the bathrooms... ya know."

I could not see how this woman could fit herself into the cramped quarters of an airplane lavatory much less have anyone join her. I include in that the aerobic animal next to me in the window seat. 

"I'm married."

"She'd never find out."

"No"

She got a pouty look on her face and sat, squirming, through all the normal pre-flight routine and taxiing to the runway. I am one of those lucky people who can easily sleep on airplanes. The white noise of the engines actually can put me out. I tried to sleep, but her movements would jolt me awake. Occasionally she would brush a fat finger over my arm and I'd flash hera dirty look. We got into the air and the captain turned off the seat belt sign.

"Now's our chance." She smiled hopefully.

My personal trainer and fellow ink -- the name we used amongst ourselves for incubus -- had been coaching me as a newbie. I heard his voice again 

"Mano, you can control it."

"I hope this works." I thought.

I whispered to her. "You know what would be good. You go in the lavatory and masturbate. Cum maybe 25, 30 times, then ... maybe after we land..." I was confident I could lose her in the confusion of LAX. I touched her hand as I said this.

"That is hot." She whispered back and immediately got up and left for the back of the plane.

"Seems to work" I thought as I reclined the seat and nodded off. I slept through the beverage service and most of the flight. About 25 minutes before landing a flight attendant -- a guy thankfully -- touched my shoulder to wake me. Ms. Obesity was nowhere to be seen. 

"Sir, can you tell me anything about the woman in the aisle seat?"

"Ahhhh, nope. Never seen her before today. Why?"

"Well she locked herself in the lavatory very early in the flight and has not come out. And we can hear her moaning in there." 

"Sorry, 'fraid I can't help." I lied.

The flight attendant asked the same questions of the aerobic animal and the other folks seated around us, to no avail. 

I still feel bad about the fact that we needed to circle LAX for an additional 45 minutes while they coaxed Ms. Obesity out of the lavatory. The captain even came back but could not get her out. She came out with a sort of dazed expression and had to be forced into a flight attendant's jump seat. She kept insisting that she needed to return to the seat next to me. I guess flight attendants keep those plastic zip handcuffs around for unruly passengers. They needed several sets to get around her wrists and she was so fat that she could not reach her arms behind her.

"But I came 30 times and ... and..." I heard at one point. Christ on a pony! She took me literally! 

I filed this in the back of my head. I had to discuss this with Jose.

I also feel bad that they arrested her and charged her with not obeying the orders of the flight crew. Apparently that is a Federal crime. I cannot imagine what her lawyer, the judge and the US Attorney made of her confession of needing to cum 30 times before the end of the flight. Of course, Fox News had a field day with it. We were all delayed while the police and FBI questioned us, apparently thinking that Ms. Obesity was a terrorist or some incarnation of the underwear bomber --the bra bomber maybe? Thankfully we had built in plenty of time to get to our meeting, knowing that LAX can be crazy. We had not anticipated this level of crazy but we were not late for our presentation with Ritu. 



An Accidental Love God Ch. 05



Chapter 5: I Become a Prostitute

Let me start here by saying that I do not find prostitution to be morally reprehensible. I do not think it should be illegal. The laws are clearly enforced only against the sex workers - people in positions of social and economic weakness – but never enforced against their more well to do customers. Moreover, if you made engaging in sex for money illegal then wouldn't you need to lock up every gold digger in America? Face it - rich guys get more because chicks dig that rare cologne – eau de cash. All I mean here is that I had sex to get money. Mind you, it was lots and lots of money, but that just means I am a high end hooker, not some cheap street walker. 

We got to the client's office and set up our presentation like we would be conducting normal business. Ritu entered with a few of her 2 senior managers - both guys over 50 – and we shook hands all around. When I came to Ritu I took her hand and smiled. She was dressed in a very conservative suit, with a white blouse, white nylons and black pumps. The pumps were her only nod to being risqué, as they had 4 inch heels and showed off her tightly toned legs. As I said earlier, she works for a very conservative organization, but she is a triathlete so she is in great shape.

My grip tightened a bit and I thought "you will do anything for a chance to fuck me."

Ritu's normal brilliant smile faded a touch and her eyes went out of focus briefly. Her hands lingered in mine and her gaze turned sultry. 

She said "I am really very happy to see you. If you get this contract I'll be happy to have you around." 

Her staff exchanged odd glances. 

Donna and Aleska launched into the presentation. Donna was both business and flirty while Aleska was all flirt with the other guys in the room. She had them eating out of her hand when she started in on how she would need to "ensure customer satisfaction" be meeting with them on a very regular basis. A good number of these guys would be picking us solely for that reason. 

I was there to deal with technical concerns and plans. I had made it a point to site next to Ritu, who continually touched my arm and smiled at me throughout the presentation. I doubled down now, risking any reaction from Donna and Aleska, and let the pheromones loose. As we got deeper into the meeting I pulled the "let's roll up our sleeves" on this and literally rolled up my sleeves. Ritu was now getting the full skin on skin blast every time she touched my arm. 

Close to 5 PM we finished up. I suggested that we take everyone out for cocktails to finalize the discussion. 

"Donna and Aleska" Ritu popped in, "Why not take George and Mike down to the bar? I need to finish off two items. Also..." 

Ritu turned to me, "I'd like you to give me an evaluation of... umm the technical capabilities of the proposed team. Please come down to my office."

You don't argue with the boss lady, particularly when George and Mike would get to hang out with Donna and Aleska, two women who had never been in their league.

"Sounds like a plan" I said, though I could see some desire and disappointment in Donna and Aleska's eyes. 

I walked over to them and touched their arms thinking "you want to cock tease these guys" and smiled.

"We'll catch up" I said. 

I was surprised that my pheromones produced the results with Donna and Aleska. Both took the guys by the arm and smiled. 

"Let's go have a party! Celebrate how great this project will be!" Donna chimed up. 

When the elevator doors closed on them, I viewed Aleska pressing the best boobs money could buy against George's arm, while Donna flirted with Mike by straitening his tie.

Ritu led me to her office and closed the door behind her. I heard the now all too familiar sound of the lock being thrown.

"You know, to make this work, we need to make sure our companies are very close on a ... um... personal level." She slowly strutted towards me. I'd never seen Ritu strut before and the sway of her very tight butt was enticing.

I smiled. "I could not agree more."

"I think that you, as the technical lead, and me, as the CIO need to be very close personally." 

"Yes" I said. 

She was now standing very close and began to play with my tie.

"And I want to show you how I would reward you doing a good job and how I will do whatever it takes to make sure you are happy and continue with this engagement."

With that she reached up and pulled my face to hers, pressing her tongue to my mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. 

I really let the pheromones fly now, cementing her need for me and her desire to do anything to keep me around.

"MMMM" she moaned and pressed her thigh into my growing erection.  I grabbed her butt, pleased with its' firmness and pressed her closer.

"I'm ready to sign that contract just for this." She said when she came up for air. 

"When you sign, you'll get this and more" I kissed her deeply again. 

She stepped back. "And you will get whatever I can give you to keep you around" she said as she slipped out of her blouse, then unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.

"You don't dress as conservatively as I thought" I noted.

"Well, it is my little rebellion against how strict things are about clothes." 

Underneath that conservative suit, Ritu had been wearing the sexiest underwear. Starting from her high heels she wore white thigh high stockings clipped to a white merry widow style corset that pressed her breasts up invitingly and...

"No panties," I observed. "You are naughty."

"Indians wrote the karma sutra after all. Let me show you how naughty I can be."

Ritu pushed me back against her desk, quickly un-knotting my tie and opening my shirt. She kissed down my chest while quickly opening my slacks and letting them drop to the floor.

"No underwear either. Naughty man..."

I had gone commando knowing this scene would probably occur.

Ritu knelt in front of me and flicked her tongue around the head of my cock then slowly teased down the shaft.   Getting to the base she took each of my balls in her mouth, sucking gently. I leaned back and moaned with pleasure. 

"Don't forget yourself." I said, touching her head and thinking "Pleasure."

Ritu began playing with her clit and within moments Ritu was moaning. She took my shaft deep into her mouth then came, her moans vibrating through me with pleasure.

Ritu is a small woman and I easily picked her up and placed her on her desk.  I sat on her chair and plunged my face into her pussy. She was already wet and her clit was swollen. I teased the hardness while sliding a finger inside her. I curved the finger up, feeling for that small knot of nerves behind the clitoris that can give a woman so much pleasure.

"Oh yes" she gasped. "Right there... just like that!"

I did not even need to extrude pheromones this time. Ritu bucked against me, cuming as I licked her. 

"Cum again" I thought as her shudders finished.

"O FUCK YES!" she cried. 

"And again..."

Her nylon clad thighs clamped around my head and she pressed my head against her pussy.

"Faster! Harder! FUCK YES!" she cried as she came.

I looked up at her, her juices glistening on my face.

"I think you need some cock in there."

"Oh fuck yes! Anything! Give it to me please."

I stood and placed her legs over my shoulders, one of my favorite positions and teased the outside of her pussy with my cock.

"OOO give it to me please!"

"For the contract?" 

I let the pheromones go, thinking "you'll do anything to get this cock." 

It had the desired effect. 

"Oh yes! Give it to me!"

I plunged inside her and thought "cum."

Almost immediately Ritu was bucking against me with her orgasm. I pounded into her hard. Her wet hole felt so good, warm and tight against my cock. 

"Keep cumming" I thought and watched as she bucked through orgasm and orgasm. Finally her contractions against my cock were too much.

"O GOD! O GOD! O GOD!" I yelled as I shot a huge white load into her. 

We lay there spent on her desk for a few moments catching our breath. Ritu was the first to get up, pulling a folder from a shelf behind her.

She said. "Now I just need to get legal to sign off on it."

"Legal?" 

That little complication was not expected. The contract was very much in our favor right now.

"You know, the lawyers need to sign off on everything here. It will probably take Karen two or three weeks."

"A woman!  Jackpot!" I thought.

"Karen? Why don't we go see Karen now and see if we can accelerate the process?"

We dressed quickly and headed up a few flights to executive territory and the legal department. The floor was deserted except for Karen and her assistant, who was just leaving for the day. I had once again cranked the pheromones into overdrive and Karen's assistant gave me a flirting smile.

"I'm heading to over for a drink" she was speaking back into Karen's office. "And I hope I see you at the bar soon." She said to me as she left. 

Ritu knocked on the door. "Karen? Got a sec?"

Karen is a rail thin, anorexic looking woman with the exception of her chest. She had a huge pair of obviously fake boobs - tits on a stick I heard someone once describe the look. She was blonde and fair with her hair up in a rather severe bun. Her conservative black pants suit looked rather severe.

Ritu introduced me and I shook Karen's hand. Once again that familiar glassy look came over her eyes and, when it cleared, she stared at me, smiling. 

"Ritu continued. "We were wondering if you could approve this contract tonight. We'd like to get moving on it."

Karen snapped back to business. "I am swamped. Sorry. I can get to it next week."

I touched both women by the arm, guiding them to a conference table in the office and thinking "you'll both do anything for me."

I sat the ladies down and continued.

"It is a fairly simple, standard deal, wouldn't you agree Ritu?" I said as I turned and shut the door. Both women were looking at me with lust, Ritu openly caressing the top of her breast. 

"Well I have certain responsibilities" Karen said weakly.

"I understand" I touched her hand in a consoling manner. "But you'd be fulfilling those responsibilities."

I would later learn that the closer you get to someone's core values the harder it is to use pheromones to get them to do something. You cannot get a loving mother to hurt a child for sex, for example.  Karen had a strong sense of duty as a lawyer, but she was also squirming in obvious excitement.

"Look at this." I guided her hand and poured on more pheromone. "These are rather simple terms."

I pointed to a paragraph of absolute "party of the first part" gibberish. I had no idea what it meant.

"Ritu, come here and let's show Karen."

Karen had begun to breathe heavily with desire. 

"She seems tense Ritu, give her a massage." I said.

Ritu began to gently caress Karen's neck head and face. She let Karen's long blonde hair out of the bun to cascade over her shoulders.

"Isn't that more relaxing?" Ritu purred.

In the meantime, I continued to caress Karen's hand and drone on about the terms of the contract. I knew by now Karen was lost in pleasure but she continued to refuse to approve it without reading it all in detail. 

I guided Ritu's hands to the top of Karen's chest. Ritu got the idea and began caressing lower and lower, pressing her own breasts against Karen's back. Karen's eyes were closed as she concentrated on the pleasure and I continued to discuss the contract. She continued to refuse to sign off on it.

"I can't but... ooo please don't stop" she moaned. I pushed her chair back to get free access to her body and began to unbutton her blouse. Ritu's hands slipped under Karen's bra and played with her nipples.

"Oh god Ritu that is so nice."

"You can have more if you sign off" I said. 

I stood Karen up and Ritu and I stripped her out of her pants suit, kissing and licking her body as we did so. Soon Ritu was out of her skirt and blouse and my clothes were all on the floor. 

We had bent Karen over the conference table and Ritu was between her legs, using her expert tongue on Karen's clit. Karen was literally dripping wetness onto the carpet and into Ritu's mouth while I teased her snatch from behind with my cock. "You cannot cum unless you sign off" I thought.

"OOO FUCK give it to me!" Karen moaned.

"You know what you need to do..."

OOOO But I need it now. I'll look at it after we're done!"

"No. Sign it now"

Karen was straining back to try to get my cock into her and I slapped her skinny ass.

"Naughty girl" I said.

Oh Fuck! I need it! Ohhh... what the fuck!" Karen reached across the table and scrawled her approval onto the contract Ritu had already signed. 

With that I plunged my cock into her hard thinking "CUM!"

Karen screamed in pleasure. "OMIGOD! OMIGOD! OMIGOD!" as she came over and over again 

"You do what you need to do and get rewarded." I said pounding into her as she came again.

I took a break, sliding my cock into Ritu's most excellent mouth. 

It was then Ritu's turn to take my cock again. I sat on a chair while she mounted me. She faced away from me and her firm ass bounced on my lap while Karen licked at her pussy. In no time Ritu was moaning with the first of several orgasms. 

"I have a special treat for you now. " Karen said. 

Ritu got off my cock and Karen wrapped her huge tits around my cock. Lubricated my the juices from both women, they felt warm and smooth as she squeezed her tits together. 

"Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah!" I could not hold back and shot my spunk up on Karen's tits and face.

We rested for a bit then Karen said "I need some more."

"So do I" said Ritu.

"I cannot stay but enjoy each other." I said as I kissed them both goodbye, gathered my clothes and contract and left them. They were both licking each other in a 69 and cumming again and again when I shut the door. 

I got to the bar and Aleska and Donna were still there with George and Mike. Aleska had Mike o the dance floor demonstrating some of her sexier dance moves (learned from her time as a stripper I suppose) while Mike did the white man's overbite.  Donna was flirting with George in a booth when I sat down. 

"Contracts signed!"

Donna yelled with delight and Aleska came over and hugged me. We stayed at the bar doing shots. I figured I owed it to George and Mike so I used the pheromones to get Donna and Aleska to bring them back to their rooms.  

I went to bed alone that night, not sure how I felt about having sex for money. 



An Accidental Love God Ch. 06



Chapter 6:  At the Doctors

"Doc, you cannot touch me."

I know that is a strange way to start a doctor's appointment but Dr. McEvoy is a woman and if she absorbed anything that came from my sweat glands she would turn into – well a horny women who would not rest until she had my cock inside her.  I needed her advice, not sex.

"Oh shit." She responded.  "It happened to you I see."

"Ummm ...what?"

"You're an incubus now, right?"

"Right in one, doc." I thought.  

"How did you know?" I asked.

"It happens to about 10% of my patients here.  I am very familiar with it.  I have the same problem from the female side" She replied.

"Ummm... you've got what problem?"

"I am a succubus.  The female 'demon'".  She put her fingers in a quote symbol.  "My  pheromones leave men ... well most men... at my feet.  They'd do anything to have sex with me.  You'll notice that I use hand disinfectant before I touch you.  That neutralizes the pheromones.  That way I can touch male patients.    Either that, or I use latex when I touch you."

"Oh... well...oh... "  I stammered.

"You have lots of questions..." she said.

"To say the least..."

"Ok, to start, we are immune to each other.  The pheromones neutralize each other.  So I can touch you and..." she took my hand... "no effect, see."  

"Second," she continued.   "You are immune from sexually transmitted diseases, including AIDS.  We don't know why, but you'll meet Jack eventually.  He is a gay guy with the same...errr... issue you have, not that it does him much good.  He is a biochemist and researching this to find an AIDS cure.  Last thing to  note, your pheromones help people channel the energy of  sex for healthy, positive effects.  Sex keeps you young at heart for normal folks.  For people us and the people we have sex with, or  impact with our pheromones, it keeps them young in reality.   Have you noticed any physical changes in your wife?"

"Well yeah, actually.  The age lines around her face are gone, no more crow's feet around her eyes and her neck boobs and butt are all firmer, like I remember them from when we were in our 20s."

"I expected that and I can see the changes in you, too.  For me too... I  mean, how old do  you think I am?"

Every male reader just cringed in sympathy for me.  This question is second only to "Does this dress make me look fat?"  in the hierarchy of male terror.   Dr. McEvoy  looks young but I  knew she had been a doctor for some time so....

"Err... I am not too good at guessing age... 40?"

"Hurumph... that high?" she frowned.  "It's been awhile  so I'll need to  get out and use the  powers tonight.  I'm 75."

"What?    You're shitting me!"

"Believe it.  I can show you my driver's license if you like.  What else have you been seeing?" she asked.

I took a long time to explain the details, including my wife's desires, the women at work, the incident on the plane with Ms. Obesity 2012 and my fucking two women to close a deal and make money.  I let out the guilt of selling sex for money and cheating on my wife.       

She took a long look at me when I finished.  "Wooo... that's  a lot.  You did not strike me as the type of guy who would use the power for money."

"I did  not strike me as that type  of guy either.  But the temptation to get rich like that, to get out of the rat race grind... well it was too much.  When Jose said something about a smart guy making money off this my  head started spinning with ideas and... well I  did it."

"You don't intend to cheat anyone right?  They'll get what they bargained for?"

"Of course!  I didn't lie or cheat.  I  just sealed the deal."

"Ok, that is  good" she said  "and  you've given all those women a healthy shot, including that woman o the plane.  Maybe she'll start to lose weight."

We continued our discussion.  Dr. McEvoy  told me to start attending a support group for incubus and succubus folks.  It would be nice to be around people who understood and would not be impacted by my pheromones.  I would like to give a woman a hug with having her immediately trying to rip off my pants.

"What about family?" I blurted, thinking of my sister.  Incest is not my thing.  Besides, my sister is gay and in a long term stable relationship.  I did not want to mess with that at all.

"Oddly enough it does not affect anyone we share genes with. Must be some sort of evolutionary protection against inbreeding"   Dr. McEvoy  speculated.

We finished our chat, the doctor did her exam and pronounced me good to go.  I left her office and went to the elevator.  Dr. McEvoy's offices were on the top floor of an office tower.  The floor contained several other businesses.  A woman from another office labeled "O'Hara Productions" approached the elevator at the same time as me.  I could not help but notice her.  She was a long legged redhead with a very short skirt and red stiletto pumps.  Her hair cascaded in glorious curls to the middle of her back.  In a few weeks I would see her on our local PBS station as the lead female dancer in the local production of Riverdance.  Dancers move with a grace and sophistication that I find irresistible, so, of  course, my brain immediately leaped to  how  hot I  found her and how much I would love to  have sex with her.  It was not a voluntary thing I my part.  

Now  thinking about having sex with a woman is not cheating, in my book, anymore than thinking about knocking over bank is an actual robbery.  Before the advent of my little problem, this woman would have been nothing more than a pleasant diversion in my day.  Not today though.  The pheromones poured off me, seemingly by  the gallon, before I could gain control.

Of course, the pheromones had their effect and she smiled at me in a flirty way. I made sure she entered the elevator well ahead of me.  We both reached for the lobby button at the same time and our hands brushed.

As you expect, constant reader, her eyes immediately went out of focus.  When focus returned she turned to me.

"You're  in for the elevator ride of your life" she growled in a sexy Irish brogue.  She slammed her hand against the emergency stop button and threw herself at me, plunging her tongue into my mouth.

I  tried to  push her away, all the time trying to tell her to stop."

"No... erk... wait...mmmm... muh... muh... married"

She pushed back from me.  "I don't give a fook if you're married.  I am going to fook your brains out."

She pressed back against me and grabbed for my pants.  Like any normal guy who has a gorgeous woman throwing herself at him, I had a raging hard on.

"You say no, but your body is definitely saying yes" she purred as she caressed my cock under my pants.

"Off fuck..." I moaned in pleasure.  "We really should stop.... I  mean... I'm married.  So... please.... Don't... please stop... Please don't stop"

The pleasure had gotten too much for me.  She smiled and unzipped my pants, going to her knees and taking me into her mouth.  She teased the head of my cock with her tongue then licked down the shaft. 

"Nice and hard for me." She purred.  

She stood and kissed me passionately while I slipped my hand beneath her skirt.  I thought of her cumming as  I touched her swollen clit and, almost immediately, she was shuddering with pleasure against me.  I pressed her against the wall of the elevator car and lifted her legs then plunged my cock into her wetness.

I had not done it standing up in years - middle  aged back and all that.  The pheromones were doing their bit for my heath and strength, however and I fucked her with abandon, holding her up as she wrapped her long powerful dancer's legs around my waist and shuddered with orgasm after orgasm.

I had enough sense left to think "You'll  be completely satisfied" before her contractions overwhelmed me and I came spewing my spunk inside her.

We both were taking some time catching our breath when a disembodied voice crackled in the elevator car.

"This is building management.  Are you two  ok in there?"

"Two?" I  thought.  "How the hell did  he know that?"

I looked around the car and saw the security camera.  They probably had it on tape.

"Ummm  yeah... we're fine." I sputtered.

"Ok,"  the voice came back.  "I thought so.  I am releasing the elevator now."

I quickly pulled up my pants while the redhead straitened her skirt.  

"That was the best sex I ever had.  Thank you." She pecked my on the cheek and walked out of the elevator as the doors slid open, leaving me red faced and hoping the video did not  find its way to a porn site.



An Accidental Love God Ch. 07



Chapter 7: The Wife's Tale

I should start by saying I have not read anything my husband has written so far, nor will I. I do not want to know. We all make compromises in a marriage, ignoring some things we do not like in favor of all the things we love. I look at this as if my husband had a drinking problem. He found he had an "incubus issue" struggled with control on his own for a bit, then found a support group and a way of creatively channeling the energy of his issue. In many ways it is like an alcoholic who loses control and becomes something you despise, but, when he gains control back, becomes the man you fell in love with. He is in control now, and the man I fell in love with, plus with the added extra of being the best sex we've had in all our years together. When he uses the power now, it is just for business, so I never feel threatened. I suppose he'll explain those details in the next few chapters. 

Does that make me a mafia wife - ignoring some bad things for the comfort it brings me? I am not so sure. He has a bit of a Robin Hood ethic about using his power. He takes advantage of the rich and, frankly rather boorish people and provides to many people who are deserving. He has used his power to ease suffering for many. Of course, it was never clear how much of a commission Robin Hood kept for himself. In our case, the commission was substantial.

Besides the money there were the added health benefits. The stuff doctor's see in lab reports had all improved significantly. The lines and neck sag that had started to develop with middle age are now gone and my butt and boobs are as firm as any 25 year old woman. I was at a point where I was described as "well preserved" but now I am hot. I get hit on by men half my age. It is great for the ego, I can tell you that.

The money part of this comes from my husband's unorthodox way of doing business. I planted the seed of that success. 

On the night my husband became an incubus, I knew something was unusual, but I just assumed it was the effect of really good weed. Our state's medical marijuana law is a bit of a farce. Anyone with the normal middle aged aches of bad backs or sore knees or whatever can get a medical marijuana pass, and we both had them. 

When the vibrator my husband was using on me broke and shocked him I felt a surge of energy that invigorated me. I came then he fucked me and I came again - the first time I had multiple orgasms in 10 years. He rolled to the side of the bed and I did something else I had not done in years; I began kissing and licking his cock, tasting our combine juices. Almost instantly he was hard again and I can tell you that NEVER happened once he passed 40. Soon he was moaning in pleasure.

"Oh fuck yes... that is s good!"

I was getting increasingly excited. I touched myself and found that I was dripping wet. After menopause I had found that getting myself lubricated was difficult, as much as I still enjoyed sex. I was using several lubricants to help me get started for most of our "routine" married sex. I sound like a broken record here - for those of you old enough to get that reference -- but I had not been this way in years. I felt as hot and randy as I had at 22. 

"I am going to ride you hard! Give me this cock in my pussy!"

I climbed on top of him - cowgirl was always one of my favorite positions. He arched up into me and I moaned with pleasure. We bucked against each other as I reached down and played with my clit. We were banging each other hard and he felt so good inside me and soon...

"Oh you're gonna make me cum! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! OOOO FUCK!"

The first orgasm had no sooner subsided when a second one ripped through me, then a third then a fourth. My contractions on the fourth were really strong and this sent my husband over the edge. His spunk hitting my cervix gave me my first cervical orgasm which does feel a bit different. 

I was now up to 6 - or was it 7? -- orgasms for the night and I still felt excited. This had never happened before. First, I have some difficulty reaching orgasm easily once. I have to be rested and very well stimulated. To reach orgasm more than once during "routine work week" sex was unheard of. "Routine work week" sex for us was not something spectacular, as we were usually pretty tired from work and day to day drudgery. It was more of a fun little diversion to reaffirm our love before going to sleep. This night, however, was special. We did it 5 times that night, beating our previous record set when we were first falling in love and always in each other's pants. We only stopped so we could both be rested for work the next day.

The next day at work was really difficult. I had sex dreams all night and I awoke very horny. I knew my husband was getting ready for an early meeting so I tried to use the shower to calm myself. Instead, I masturbated and came rather quickly. Still unsatisfied I dressed in one of my sexiest outfit that was safe for work. Slingback platform heels, black thigh hi stockings a tight pencil skirt and low cut blouse were just on the professional side of sexy. Underneath was my sexiest lace underwear. I made it a point of showing this off to my husband before he left for work, hoping he could get away from work at lunch for some afternoon fun. 

I could not focus on work that day. Every 15 minutes I would send a text message to my husband informing him of the various things I wanted to do to his body. I admit it got a bit redundant after a while, as there only so many ways to say "fuck" and "suck" but he got the point. I tried hiding in the handicap rest room and masturbating again but that did not help. Around 4 I threw in the towel on getting anything done and headed for home, hoping he would skip the gym.

I got home and paced and fidgeted for what felt like hours. I could not distract myself with my usual guilty pleasures of HGTV or make-over shows. When Stacy and Clinton (That's What Not To Wear for the men out there) cannot hold my attention I have a problem. I tried reading but only came across a sex scene in the latest novel in my collection. I squirmed and caressed my legs and breasts through my blouse, willing my husband to hurry up with his workout, ditch his trainer and get home. 

My hands crept higher and higher on my thighs, and I would will them back.

"He'll be home soon and then..."

I could only repeat this to myself so many times when my hands finally touched my panties. I was soaking wet with anticipation and that touch felt so good. I swirled my hand over my slit and moaned. I needed his cock now and he is not here! In frustration I stripped off my skirt panties and blouse and sat back on the couch I pulled on my tits as I played my clit, imagining his tongue on me. I slid a finger inside me, then a second, imagining his cock pounding into me. I came with that thought but it was not enough. I continued to play with my clit until, after what seemed like ages I heard his key in the door. 

He was dumbfounded when he saw me. I remember him making some inane crack about dinner before I was on him desperate for the pleasure I knew only he could give me. I sat on the hallway table and spread my legs.

"Lick me!" I commanded. 

He obliged. His tongue went my engorged clit with his gentle teasing manner; the tip of his tongue just teasing gently. His finger slid inside me, finding that small area of pleasure nerves right behind my clit.

"OMIGOD! YES! I need that so bad!" I moaned. 

Soon I was literally screaming -- mostly incoherent nonsense - as I came. God! That was great. I pulled his head into my pussy urging him to lick me harder and wrapping my legs over his back. After cuming several more times I felt satisfied enough.

"Suck my cock!" he commanded.

"Anything" I responded. I knelt in front of him and began to lick the length of the shaft. I used one hand to stroke him while the second touched my clit. I felt his hand on my head and soon I was cumming again. 

After that I gave him the sex move he loved the most; I wrapped my tits around his shaft, licking his cock as it appeared at the top of each thrust. Soon he was shooting his load all over my tits. I love that feeling of control when I make him come like that. Yum!

Needless to say, the sex since then has been fantastic! Incredible! Mind Blowing! 

We have figured out how to control things so that I can actually go to work and accomplish something. I still feel some desire at work but it is not the uncontrollable thing I felt that first day. When I am around my husband, however, I am like I am 22 and just falling for him again. The excitement of all these new feelings has re-ignited our relationship. I had forgotten how hot it had been so many years ago. 

Over the years my husband and I had developed many ways to keep sexual things from getting too dull. Like most couples we watched porn and purchased sex toys. I would wear lingerie and we'd tie each other up. Once every few weeks we would engage in various role play scenarios. I had trained as an actress way back in college and he has a great imagination. He is also a very visual guy when it comes to turn ons. We had a number of scenes we would play, one of which centered on me being a stripper. We would switch out the lights in our house with red and blue party bulbs and use a few cheap red spotlights to light the "stage." Our living room would be the main room of the strip club and our den would be the VIP room. I would strip and tease him and try to talk him into dropping lots of money in the VIP room. He would resist for some time and finally give in. Once in the VIP room I would strip and "lose control" while lap dancing. The resulting sex was always great and I always felt incredibly sexy doing this. 

One Friday I decided to surprise him. I got home early for work and set up the lights and got into an outfit. When he came in and saw me I could feel his pheromones wash over me. I knew what that felt like by now but it never failed to get to me. I immediately felt myself getting excited.

"Have a seat over here, monsieur. We're here to please you." I said, dropping into one of my stripper characters, an immigrant from Paris with a sexy French accent.

I handed him a drink I had prepared.

"Here is your martini, monsieur, as you prefer it." Three parts Leopold's Small Batch Gin, one part dry vermouth with a twist.

His eyes were soaking me in as I began to dance to the techno blasting from our stereo. I must say I looked hot. I wore 4 inch platform heels, mesh thigh high stockings, an inexpensive fake leather mini skirt that showed the tops of the stockings and white blouse tied off Daisy Duke style.

I stripped off the blouse exposing the sexiest bra I owned, a black demi cup that just covered my nipples. I shook my tits in his face then turned, bending over and slowly slipping out of the skirt. I use several layers of panties to prolong the tease -- something I picked up from a "How to Strip" video on the internet. The first pair were red boy shorts. I wiggled my ass in front of him and danced away. I lay on the floor and caressed my pussy through the panties. I had soaked through all three pairs already!

I got off up the floor and danced towards him. He had immediately fallen into his role as patron of dancers and slipped $1 into the top of my stockings.

The music ended and I strutted over to him. As this was our faux gentleman's club I played the part of the stripper looking to make a buck or two.

"Want some company?"

"A woman as gorgeous as you, definitely yes."

We chatted for a bit and I offered him a lap dance. He accepted and placed $20 into my bra. Danzig's "She Rides" came over the stereo and I ground my ass into his growing hardness. I love teasing myself like that. 

About half way through the song I stood and stripped off the red panties, revealing a black thong that really showed off my now very firm butt. " I really want to feel that cock against my ass." I whispered to him.

I sat back on his lap and swayed, feeling his hardness against me. Yum! He slapped my ass as I stood and turned, sitting back on his lap and facing him, pressing my tits to his face. I stood on the chair and pressed my wet panties to his face just as the song ended.

We did several lap dances with me stripping down to my final panties, a barely there cover for the front and some butt floss up the back. With the new and improved ass, it looked great.

"You know we could have a much better time in the private room. With a man as good looking as you, I've been known to lose control completely in there" I whispered to him.

He played his part. "How much?"

I quoted him a price and told him we take credit cards. I could tell he was very hot and there would be none of the usual negotiation this night. 

"For a woman as hot as you, a man would pay anything...." His voice trailed off.

"Jesus Rollerblading Christ! That's it!" he exclaimed.

"What?" I was taken aback and puzzled, dropping out of my French accent.

"Honey! That is brilliant! I know just how we can deal with the pheromones now! So how about we hit the private room and I'll explain later."

I shrugged and went back into character. "Oui monsieur. As you wish."

I took my "payment and led him to the private VIP room. I swayed my hips to the techno blasting from our speakers, knowing how much he loves that look.

I sat him on the couch and began my final strip, slipping off the bra and panties but leaving the stockings. I turned and planted my ass on his lap.

"OOO you are so hard!" I purred, feeling his erection through his pants. God! I was getting so excited.

I spun and planted my tits in his face. He immediately began to bight and suck my hard nipples.

"Monsieur I will lose control." I moaned, barely able to stay in character. 

I stood on the couch and pressed my pussy to his face, letting his so talented tongue work my clit. Within moments I was cumming. I shuddered and pressed his face into my wetness cumin again. I could never get enough of this pleasure. 

I calmed down slightly. "Monsieur I will really need that cock now! Please let me have it!"

I went to my knees before him and opened his pants, extracted his hard cock and took it as far down my throat as possible. I sucked and licked, tasting his sweat and feeling the effect of his pheromones making me a crazy cock hungry maniac. 

"OOO I need to fuck" I moaned.

"And I need that pussy." He replied. 

I sat down on his cock riding him hard. Almost immediately I was cumming again while he bucked widely underneath me. 

"OOOOO SHIT!" he bellowed as he came. I knew that he was having a very intense orgasm when he did that. 

We collapsed, panting and took a few moments to recover. 

"So what was that idea?" I asked after I caught my breath, back in wife mode.

"Let's clean up. I explain over dinner."

We both threw on sweat pants and headed to the kitchen where he outlined his plan. About midway through his excitement was bubbling over and he touched my arm to make a point. His excitement had messed with his control over his pheromones. Instantly I was attacking him, needing to be fucked. We never made it out of the kitchen, doing it on the table and the counter. 

We adjourned to the study so he could run some numbers on a spreadsheet. Again his excitement overwhelmed his control and we ended up doing it on his desk.

It went on like that for several hours until we dragged ourselves exhausted to bed. 

I found him up early, working through a business plan that... well led us to where we are today.



An Accidental Love God Ch. 08



Chapter 8: You Gotta Pick A Pocket or Two

All of this was several years ago. I created the plan and worked it.

First, I had work assign me over to sales where I worked my magic. Everyone in business knows that IT is dominated by guys. Anyone in IT knows that most managers are empty suits.... Yes men.... Guys who got to their positions by telling their superiors exactly what they wanted to hear and leaving the company before the consequences hit, only to create the same havoc in the next company. They push their staff to work through minor obstacles... like the laws of physics. I recall one such conversation from my days as an engineer

Manager: "What do you mean we cannot instantly download data from our Paris office here in LA?"

Me: "Europeans use these things called 'electrons' and so they are limited by Einstein's laws of relativity. We'll need them to upgrade to tachyons and fix that whole space time continuum thing."

Anyway, my sales thing... I got my bosses to ignore my expense reports because I was generating so much money. I started generating leads at trade shows and conventions. There is at least one per week someplace. I would show up and walk the hall, picking the hottest of the booth babes and letting the pheromones fly. Within the first hour I would have three or more arranged to meet me for a party I was "hosting" at some local bar. Next I would look for the sort of executive who would be grabbing swag or drooling over the booth babes and chat them up. I would get one or two of them (no more than that) to come to the party. 

The parties were top shelf if I do say so myself. It should come as no surprise that these conferences are typically held in nice hotels so I would rent an executive suite for the party. I would get some of the best foods and top shelf booze set up. I tried to hit regional or national conferences so that the executives would most likely be staying in the hotel or a hotel nearby. 

One conference in San Francisco stands out, mostly because the booth babes were a bit unusual. This was some sort of regional technical showcase. To be honest the conference content has run together over the years so I am not really sure. Anyway, two of the booth babes were, for lack of a better term, standard booth babes. Jessica is a very hot administrative assistant for her company who was there to attract in guys, hand out literature and steer men to the sales people. She had blonde hair done up in a bun and wore a metallic Calvin Klein suit – the one with the pencil skirt. She had on classy pumps with a very high heels and light colored hose. Gwen doubled as both a booth babe and sales woman. I would later hire her for just that reason. She was tall with long black hair. She wore a red Kasper suit – with a sheath dress and a cropped jacket (all the better to show off her very cute butt). She had on white hose and red high heeled sandals with ankle straps. It was a very sexy look.

The two standout booth babes came from a gaming company. They were introducing some sort of new game. My nieces and nephews have since given it rave reviews. Several women were around their booth dressed in the character costumes talking up the game and posing for pictures. Gina was a dark haired beauty with the features of a young Sophia Lauren. She was dressed as something called a "blood elf." I gather this is some sort of race of warrior elven women. She wore a low cut embellished leather bodice in purple, black and red that showed enough of her very well formed cleavage to really distract any male she might meet in combat. A short black piece of filmy fabric hung down between her legs and over her very shapely butt. She accented the outfit with a garter of small knives, leather elbow length gloves that matched the bodice and thigh high leather boots with a very high stiletto heels that would double as a weapon in need, I suppose. 

I will show my age with the second woman, Jana, and why she stands out in my mind. Every man over a certain age who grew up watching the original Star Trek has had fantasies about Orion slave girls - the green chicks! Jana's costume was ripped off (in the most loving manner I'm sure) from this Star Trek character while adding certain modern technical advances in brassiere technology not available to Gene Rodenberry. She was, of course, painted green from head to toe. Her top was some sort of tan fake animal skin, the color of elk hide, with a single strap over one shoulder. The top was aided by the latest advancements in push up bra technology from Victoria's Secret and displayed cleavage that rivaled the Grand Canyon. Her bottom was a mix of the same fake animal hide and the open mesh that one often sees belly dancers wear, including gold coins. She could not, of course, walk around a convention in bare feet, as the original Orion slave woman. Instead she had on thigh high boots (someone at her company must have gotten a deal on these boots) dyed to match the same elk hide tan. The four inch heels showed off her stunning legs and buns. 

The two executives, Jeff and Alan were enthralled by these women. Booth guys were on the far side of 45, with the paunches, double chins and receding hair lines to prove it. I doubted they exercised at all. Both sported wedding rings, though that never stopped any man who came to these soirees before or since Over the course of the business relationship that developed, I would confirm my suspicion that both of these guys were world class space cadets, Bozos of the first order, several fries short of a happy meal.... You get the picture.

Everyone had come straight from the convention and the women had not changed. I greeted everyone with a handshake making sure I poured on the pheromones, urging them to flirt and tease with abandon. I poured drinks for everyone, making sure the guys got double shots in the cocktails they ordered and sat back to observe the interactions. 

Jeff's tastes tended to run to what he thought was sophisticated. He immediately gravitated to Gwen and Jessica and was soon sitting between them on the couch as they flirted, adjusted their skirts to flash more thigh and leaned forward to flash cleavage. Jessica would routinely touch Jeff's thigh while Gwen would straiten Jeff's tie or pretend to brush something from his suit, taking the opportunity to press her breasts against him. With the second round of drinks, both Gwen and Jessica took turns feeding Jeff or each other. They tended to select fruit and would make the sexiest moves with their lips as they tucked into strawberries dipped in dark chocolate.

Alan was actually quite a sci-fi fan and was soon going on about the nuances of warp drives and elven blades while Jana and Gina nodded in fake attention. Alan was sitting in an arm chair with each of the women perched on the arms. From that angle their breasts were directly at eye level and Alan lapped in the view. 

After the third round of drinks, everyone was pleasantly buzzed. 

"This isn't really party music!" Jessica slurred a bit. "Let's try this!"

She pulled out her MP3 player. I had jazz on – you cannot beat Miles Davis and Coltrane in my humble opinion but I recognized things needed to get rowdier.

"Ok." I said taking the player. "Any particular set of tracks?"

"I have a great playlist of dance music." Jessica said.

A chorus of "Cool!" "Great" "Play it" reached me so I switched over. Dead Mau pounded from the speakers. 

Jessica grabbed Jeff and pulled him up to dance. Jessica really knew how to move her body. Jeff, on the other hand, was the champion of the white man's overbite, 45 year old division. I busied myself making drinks while Gina got Alan up to dance. In her leather corset she could stand still and look hot, but when she moved it was like watching a standing lap dance. Alan stood almost stock still with his legs spread, swaying just a bit to the beat while Gina pressed her thigh into his crotch, then turned and wiggled her ass against him. I could see the bulge in his pants from across the room. 

I handed fresh drinks to Gwen and Jana, making sure I made skin contact and suggesting to them that they wanted nothing more than a threesome that night. A new song came on and I suggested that Gwen and Jana dance with Jeff and Alan, while getting Jessica and Gina fresh drinks. I could see them both glaring at their counterparts with jealousy, so I imparted to them the same suggestion for a threesome. 

Gina stood next to the area with the drinks swaying to the music and sipping her black Russian and talking with me but staring at Jana and Alan. After a few moments she excused herself and started dancing with Alan and Jana, making an Alan sandwich between them. Jana was rubbing her body up and down Alan, who had taken off his suit jacket at this point. Jana's green body paint was rubbing off on Alan's obviously expensive dress white shirt. I wondered how he'd explain that to his dry cleaner... or his wife. Gina was pressing her tits into Alan's back and grabbing his ass while Jana pressed her thigh into his crotch, leaving a green streak of makeup on his pants. Alan turned to Gina , who turned and pressed her ass against his hardness.

Jessica took this in and announced "That is a great idea!" and strutted over to Jeff and Gwen, treating them to similar action at first, then adding a long tongue teasing kiss with Jeff for good measure. 

"I want one too." Pouted Gwen and Jessica obliged, giving Gwen and long passionate kiss herself. 

The song ended and both guys were sweating and said they needed a break. 

"Are your social events with customers always so lively?" Jeff asked me.

"Well I try to make sure everyone has a good time. After all, why spend the money if it does not build a good relationship?" I replied.

"Well you are building a good relationship with me." Alan grinned in a bit of a dopey manner. 

"I am forced to agree." Jeff laughed.

"Why don't you two enjoy yourselves for the rest of the evening and we can set some time to discuss business tomorrow?"

I set a breakfast meeting with Jeff, the more sober of the two and therefore the most likely to wake up and make it, and a late lunch meeting with Alan. I figured he would be up by 1:00 PM.

All four women were doing their best to distract Alan and Jeff during our chat. Gina was whispering in Alan's ear and I caught a few lines about what she wanted to do with his cock. Jana was sitting on his lap... well grinding into it would be a better description ...leaving more green body paint on his pants and shirt. Jessica was sitting next to Jeff and had manipulated her skirt so that she was showing the tops of her stockings and a lacy garter belt. Gwen had not stopped dancing and was gyrating like a stripper, bending over and wiggling her ass at Jeff. 

"Let's do some shots to celebrate." I suggested. 

Everyone did a shot of tequila. 

"I have an idea." Jana announced and stretched out on the couch. "Pour some of that tequila in my belly button!" 

I obliged and Alan slurped the liquor out, using his tongue to tease her. Jana gave a moan of pleasure.

"Now try this, Alan." Gina said. She moved the thins strip of cloth covering her buns to show a thin piece of butt floss, pressed her ass into Alan's face and poured a shot down the crack of her ass. Alan lapped with his tongue, of course reaching forward to her pussy as well. Gina shuddered with pleasure. 

Gwen and Jessica were making another Jeff sandwich. Jessica placed a strawberry between her breasts and had Jeff eat it. He buried his face into her tits with gusto. Not to be outdone, Gwen pushed Alan into a chair and kneelt between his legs. She placed a strawberry on the bulge in his pants and made a show of taking it all in with her lips and tongue. 

This teasing and back and forth "who can be sexiest" competition went on for about 30 minutes until I heard Jana suggest that things would be much more fun if they were alone in Alan's room. 

Alan, by now completely smashed, heartily and loudly agreed and the three excused themselves. I shook hands all around making sure I poured on pheromones when I touched the women so they would get the most pleasure from the experience. A far more sober Jeff, Jessica and Gwen soon announced they would "call it a night" and left. 

I followed up with the ladies the next day and they filled me in from there.

Gwen's Tale

I did not get to be one of the most successful sales people in my company because I am dumb. I took extra effort to stay in shape and always dressed to turn heads. I knew full well that my looks were getting me in the door for male executives when my male counterparts failed. This also made me very cynical about men in general and executive men I particular. 

I flew into this conference in San Francisco with a wardrobe that would generate sales leads. I anticipated booth babes being out in force so I wore a suit that would stand out, a red sheath dress with a black cropped jacket that would show off what long periods on a stair master had shaped. I wore white thigh high nylons as they would be cooler I the heat of the conference room and a pair of red stiletto heels. The dress was cut to mid-thigh to show off my legs and a sweetheart neckline, augmented by cleavage enhancing underwear, showed off my breasts. 

I expected men to be drooling over me and was not disappointed. This is, after all, how I generate sales leads. My expectation, however, was that the fat middle aged men – the sort of guy who I would not give the time of day to in a social situation – would be doing the drooling. I did not expect to be drooling over anyone myself, but that is exactly what happened when the boss chatted me up and invited me to his social gathering. I immediately accepted and spent the rest of the day feeling hornier than I had felt in months. It showed in my work too. Executives were really getting teased that day. I would make a show of bending over to pick items up, showing my ass in their direction, sticking my cleavage under their face and, at least twice, sitting and crossing my legs so they could see the tops of my stockings. 

I went up to the party room planning on doing everything in my power to get the boss between the sheets. I was disappointed to see three other women there and as well as Jeff and Alan. 

Jeff was probably a good looking guy in high school and college. He had the look of an athlete gone to seed. He was probably 50 pounds overweight with an awful comb over. Someone will need to explain to me someday why men think a comb over is remotely attractive. When I first saw him, I could imagine myself having a pleasant chat with Jeff, but that would be it. 

Alan was simply repulsive. He was overweight as well but had clearly never exercised in his life. He had the greasy, unkempt look of an aging nerd who spent way too much time watching Star Trek reruns and no time moving his body. Thankfully, two of the other women who were dressed in some cos-play, role play, comic book fantasy outfits were talking to him, seemingly enthralled by his encyclopedic knowledge of Jedi lore. 

I immediately headed to the boss, determined to seduce him. I took his hand and thanked him for inviting me. I felt slightly fuzzy for a second as we shook hands but then I felt... alive... no, make that ALIVE! I felt hot, sexy, vibrant, like I could conquer the world! It felt great! I looked at the men in the room and wanted them at my feet drooling. I had cock teased and flirted with men like Jeff and Alan before. These were middle aged guys who lapped up any attention a fit woman under 30 threw at them. My heart was never in it though, just my wallet and my bank account. I flirted so I could make a sale to them and get a big commission check. Now I wanted this for me. I wanted this to boost my ego.

The boss introduced me around and I sat with Jeff, chatting and flirting. I would touch his arm, play with his suit jacket and once, I dipped a strawberry in melted chocolate and licked it in the most sexually suggestive way possible.

Jeff prattled about work and tried to make himself out as some management guru. I smiled and listened and made lots of noises that sounded like agreement. 

"You know I swear I've heard or read what you just said." I said.

Where had I read it? I thought and realized exactly where... that morning in the newspaper... Dilbert... it was something the pointy haired boss said! This guy was a complete idiot I realized. Normally dumb guys turn me off but not this time. I knew he would be putty in my hands. I smiled and stroked his arm. 

The boss served another round of drinks and now I was beginning to get seriously hot for Jeff. I have no idea why. He was fat, dumb and a tad pompous, but the longer I sat there the more I wanted to suck his cock. I was also beginning to get the hots for Jessica too. I am strait, but I had done threesomes twice before. Once with another girlfriend as a special treat for her boyfriend, and a second time when I was really high in college. Now I wanted them both. I wanted Jeff to pound his cock into me and I wanted my face between Jessica's legs. 

I excused myself and went to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror I told myself to calm down. I had not had sex in over 6 months when my fiancé ended our relationship. I had been crushed and sworn off anything without a battery for sex. 

"You are just horny 'cause it has been so long" I told the reflection in the mirror. I took a deep breath and hiked my skirt to pee. I reached between my legs to unsnap the teddy I was wearing (no panty lines that way) and discovered I was soaking wet. 

"Fuck! I need to fuck!" I thought as I took care of business and washed my hands. 

Jessica was suggesting a change of music when I came back into the room. She pulled out an MP3 player and the boss switched over to her collection of techno. I watched Jessica dance and Jeff try to move to the music. Jessica's movements were getting me even more excited. The woman knew how to use her body and I could see it was getting Jeff aroused.

My turn to dance came and I did everything I could short of a strip tease to get Jeff excited. I pressed my thigh into his crotch then turned and pressed my ass against him, teasing myself with the feel of his hard cock against me. I pressed close to him, pressing my breasts against him and whispered to him.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

I pressed my thigh against his hardness as I spoke.

"No... that feels very nice. Don't stop because of me." He sported a silly grin.

Jessica joined us on the dance floor and we proceeded to do everything possible to arouse Jeff. We ground ourselves into him, whispered sexual innuendos to him and to each other. Jessica took it to the next level by planting a long wet kiss on Jeff.

"I want one too." I complained, thinking I would be kissed by Jeff.

"Of course" purred Jessica. She took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. Our tongues danced together and her breasts pressed against mine. When we came up for air I saw Jeff staring at us open mouthed. 

"She is so fucking hot, isn't she?" I asked Jeff

"You are both fucking hot." Jessica answered. "Wait until you kiss him, Gwen."

I needed no further prompting and began kissing Jeff, driving my tongue into his mouth and letting my hands roam over his body.

"I'm not sure who is more delicious, Jeff or you." I said to Jessica. "We'll need to do some experimenting later to answer this pressing question."

Jessica giggled while Jeff looked on stupidly, unable to believe his deepest fantasy may come true and unwilling to say anything to jeopardize his chances.

There is no reason to repeat the details the boss already gave you so I'll cut to the part you really want to read about, what happened after we left.




An Accidental Love God Ch. 08



We got to the elevator and rode up, kissing and fondling each other through our clothes. I fondled Jeff's cock with one hand and Jessica's breasts with the other, while Jeff lifted Jessica's skirt and stroked her through her panties. We managed to keep our clothes on until Jeff opened the door to his room.  

Jeff was nowhere near as drunk as Alan, but not even close to sober either. He stumbled in and started taking keys and his wallet from his pants pocket, almost forgetting we were there. Jessica had not forgotten me, however. She pinned me to the wall and kissed me deeply, her hands roaming over my body caressing my breasts and butt. I pressed my tongue into her mouth and clumsily started removing her jacket, not wanting to break lip lock and still wanting to get at her body. We continued like this for a few moments, alternatively caressing each other's breasts, butt and pussies through clothes and then stripping off an article of clothing. I had managed to get off Jessica's jacket and finally unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Her solution to no visible panty lines was no panties at all. Her long legs were encased in silky thigh hi nylons, held up by a rose lace garter belt. I had to take charge.

"Take off you blouse, " I ordered Jessica. 

"And you" I pointed at Jeff, 'get out of those fucking clothes." 

Jeff had been sitting on the edge of the bed with a cat who ate the canary grin on his face, stroking his cock through his pants. Jessica had managed to get my jacket off so I slipped off my dress , exposing my red teddy and thigh high stockings. Jessica had dropped her blouse on the floor, showing her firm lovely breasts in a very pretty lace bra. I pooped one of the breasts from the bra and attacked the nipple with my tongue and teeth, biting gently to be rewarded by moans of pleasure. Jeff had stripped off and was now sitting on the bed stroking his cock.

"Don't you dare cum!" I ordered him.

With that we were both on him, taking turns sucking his stubby cock to its maximum length. 

"Who gets this first?" Jessica purred before deep throating him.

We were each caressing the other's clit now, Jessica having unsnapped the crotch of my teddy. She was soaking wet and I could feel myself close to orgasm.

"The best cocksucker should get it first, right Jeff?" I licked and teased the sensitive area under the head of his cock.

"Fuck yes!" he moaned, whether in pleasure or agreement I am not sure.

"In that case..." Jessica took his cock all the way in moaning as she did so. 

"Oh Yes! Jessica wins!" Jeff exclaimed.

With a smile Jessica pushed Jeff into a prone position and straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock. I needed something right then, so I straddled Jeff's face, pressing my swollen clit to his mouth.

Jeff's tongue was thick and surprisingly good. Jessica added to my stimulation and made up for jumping on Jeff's cock first my by sucking my tits. 

"OMIGOD! OMIGOD! OMIGOD!" I was coming hard pressing my clit onto Jeff's tongue. In what seemed an instant Jessica was moaning in orgasm as well, arching her back and pounding down on Jeff's cock." 

"My turn on that hard cock!" 

Jessica and I switched positions and I ground down on Jeff, getting every inch inside me. To add to my pleasure Jessica massaged my clit as she ground her face on Jeff's mouth. I shuddered, feeling a huge orgasm coming on (pun intended). We were moaning loudly and banging the cheap hotel bed hard against the wall. The person in the next room started banging on the walls for us to be quiet but we did not care.

Jessica was moaning incoherently and thrashing on Jeff's face, making herself come once, then twice, then again.

I joined the noise, coming, my vaginal muscles contracting and pumping Jeff's cock. That was too much for Jeff and he bucked up into me, shooting his load of white cream into me. 

Jessica and I dismounted him and lay on either side of him, caressing him and each other. Jeff just lay there panting.

"That was fucking unbelievable." Jeff managed to get out. "I've never done anything like that before."

"Yes and I want more." Jessica whispered.

"Me too" I agreed.

"Not sure I can." Jeff wheezed. Note here guys – if you get yourself in shape you can have lots more stamina between the sheets.

Jessica and I got out of the few clothes we still had on and, naked, began doing our best to stimulate Jeff. We took turns sucking his dick, kissing him, pressing our tits and pussies to his face. The combination of booze and one good fuck had left Jeff's one eyed sailor spent and soon Jessica and I were locked in a 69. Jeff had fallen asleep (another reason to get in shape).

Jessica's pussy was one of the sweetest, cleanest things I have ever tasted. I slipped two fingers inside her while teasing the head of her clit with the tip of my tongue, a technique that always gets me going. 

"More! Harder! You are such a tease!" Jessica moaned.

In the meantime she was licking and sucking me hard, pulling my swollen clit into her mouth. I bucked up against her and began to lose my self-control, diving into Jessica's pussy.

We were both moaning in pleasure but our sounds were muffled by each other's pussies. Soon we were coming hard, then again! Then a third time!

The third time was a charm. We had both reached that point where we were too sensitive for more. We lay there caressing each other, giving each other small kisses and generally basking I the after glow.

"What should we do with him?" Jessica asked.

"Nothing. He's in his room and will wake up eventually."

"It's still early." Jessica smiled.

"Let's go to my room so we don't disturb him." I suggested.

We left Jeff a note telling him we had a great time and went back to my room, where we made soft, gentle love for a few more hours.

I understand the boss made Jeff look real good. That resulted in a promotion at his old company then a new job as CIO of a Fortune 100 company. I am not sure how he does it.

I work for the boss now and I am making tons of money. If things continue I'll retire at 40. 

And Jessica? We are BFF. We both consider ourselves strait but exploring, so I guess we are technically bi. She has a fiancé now and he has been treated to some very special birthday presents and surprises courtesy of Jessica and I. If I ever find the right guy, he'll be in for the same treatment.



An Accidental Love God Ch. 08B



Jana's Tale

The first thing you should know is that both Gina and I are actors living in LA. What you probably do not know is that acting in video games is turning into a very lucrative enterprise for actors, in particular women of a certain body type. Just check the acting credits on IMDB.com. 

What "certain body type"? You ask a brilliant question. That would be the porn star body type. Both Gina and I have done everything possible to enhance our bodies. We both have surgically enhanced tits because fan boys love big boobs. We both eat right, exercise and make regular trips down to Mexico to pick up the steroids and other body building drugs that keep us looking our hottest. 

When I graduated college I was an "artist" planning on doing Shakespeare and Becket (en Francais, mai oui!) . Then the rent came do and the rest is history. Actually, I still do the art theatre thing but for myself, not to pay the bills.

Gina and I met on our first video game shoot and we have been doing these games, B level sci-fi movies and comic-con and fan boy conferences ever since. This conference in San Francisco was a pain because of my makeup. To get it on they dipped me in a vat of green goo; to get it off required hours of bathing. It tended to streak onto anything I touched if I perspired at all, so I needed constant touch up all day. Standing in the heels all day was tough too. I can run in 4 inch stilettos and have the shin splints to prove it! I negotiate physical therapy for this into every one of my contracts.

We were invited to the soiree and Alan, bless his heart, actually recognized us. We had been introduced around and I found myself feeling like more of a tease than usual. Mind you, I cock tease fan boys for a living but I WANTED to tease now. I could tell from the grin on Gina's face she wanted to as well. 

We sat with Alan, as Jeff was entranced with Jessica and were treated to long discussions about our films and sci-fi and game details. This guy knew things about our films and games we had forgotten. 

We were sitting on the arms of the chair, so every time he turned to me I made sure he got a face full of green cleavage, pressing my boobs even closer to his face.  Gina did the same, pressing her purple leather corset to Alan's bulging eyes.

By now you already have the details of the party, so I'll cut to our leaving.

By this time we were all a bit drunk... well Alan was shit-faced... and very very horny. Gina was pressed against Alan, kissing and licking his neck while I did the Orion slave girl dance to the hallway elevator music. 

"Almost like secret dreams a bored ship captain might have." I teased.

"... actually like being taken advantage of..." Gina continued the old Star Trek dialogue.

"Wouldn't you say it was worth a man's soul?" I asked just as the elevator doors opened on our little scene. A couple well into their 70s stared out at us. 

"Ummm... urk... we'll get the next one" Alan blurted. We laughed as the another door opened and we darted inside.

We kissed and dry humped Alan on the ride then danced down the hall to his room, wiggling our asses at him.

The nice thing about these costumes is that we can get to the body parts that give pleasure very quickly and easily. Gina was out of her panties and her garter of elf knives (they could hurt) before the door even shut and I followed quickly with my top and bottom pieces. You can still do the wild thing with boots on, after all. We were both on top of Alan, each pulling off a separate item of clothing. I pulled off his jacket tie and shirt, rubbing my firm body over his rather flabby body (why did he turn me on so?) while Gina pulled off his pants and was sucking on his cock, taking in every inch possible. 

Once he was hard Gina bent over the king size bed and told Alan to stick it in her.

I was so hot and needed to participate, so I got on my knees between Gina's legs and licked and sucked her clit. Alan pounded into her with drunken abandon. There was no subtlety in this sex scene. Gina's clit was swollen and hot and I sucked it into my mouth. 

"OH FUCK! OMIGOD! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" Gina came with abandon and slumped against my face as I continued to lick.

"No! Too much!" she gasped, shuddering with too much pleasure.

"Good! My Turn!" I grabbed Alan and lay back on the bed, throwing my legs over his shoulders.

"Pound me!" I commanded.

Alan needed no further urging. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass.

Gina now had access to my clit and soon she was licking and sucking it, occasionally deep throating Alan's cock when he wanted a change of pace.

This was one of my favorite positions and the added stimulation of Gina's mouth on my clit sent me over the edge.

"O GOD! O GOD! O GOD!" I came

I have always been blessed with easy multiple orgasms and soon I was crying out again with pleasure. Then a third time; then a fourth! The contractions of my fourth sent Alan over the edge and he shot a surprising large amount of spunk, first into me then onto Gina's face.

"OOOOOOO! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" he cried as he came.

We all lay over the bed recovering.

"You have no idea how much this is a dream come true." slurred Alan drunkenly.

"Think you can stay awake? We'll clean up and come back for more."

We went to the bathroom. Gina washed the spunk off her face while I stepped into the shower to remove what was left of the green makeup.

"Gina, can you help me get this crap off my back?" I asked.

"Gladly."

Gina stepped into the shower and helped me scrub my back and my legs, then she spent a great deal of time soaping and rubbing my ass. Soon she was washing between my legs... not that there was any green makeup left but I was not complaining.

"MMMM good." I moaned.

I turned and kissed her deeply feeling her shower wet tits against mine. She felt so good. I reached down and began to caress her pleasure points.

"You may need a tongue bath down there." I suggested and once again was on my knees. 

Gina wrapped a leg over my shoulders and leaned back against the shower wall while I licked her. She moaned and pressed my face into her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh you are good! Just like that! God I love it!" she moaned. 

I slipped a finger inside her and she gasped in pleasure. I slipped in a second finger, curling it around to her G spot.

"YES!" she cried and shuddered with orgasm, collapsing into my face.

"I need more cock." I said and we dried off and headed outside.

Alan had passed out and was snoring drunkenly. We could not wake him.

"Shit!" I pouted. 

"There's plenty of room on this bed. We could do each other on it."

"Look at all the green makeup on the sheets." I complained. "Do yu really want that back on you?"

"I've got an idea." Gina said.

We put on our costumes, leaving Alan a thank you note, and walked the halls to the room used by the gaming company. We had left our street clothes there too. As expected, the head programmer was still there, busy tweaking the game for its release.

I spun him in his chair to face me.

"You need to relax." I said, rubbing his shoulders and pressing my tits to his face.

"Definitely" said Gina and pressed her own tits to the back of his head.

"Ahhh no, ladies I really need to finish this!" he protested.

"But we know you fantasize about us." Gina said.

I added "That's why we are always in such hot costumes, right?"

"Well yeah! But...."

I never heard the protest as I planted a kiss on his lips and drove my tongue into his mouth. I grabbed and stroked his cock through his kakis. 

"Gina, he is not wearing any underwear". I observed. "You naughty boy."

I got down on my knees again (I'd have bruises but I did not care) and pulled his cock from his pants. He was huge! Soon Gina was joining me and we took turns sucking and licking the shaft as he moaned in pleasure. 

"I've got to have this thing in me!" I exclaimed. The programmer got out of his clothes as I sat on his deck, pushing his laptop aside. I spread my legs and got my first look at his body. The man worked out! He was gorgeous. Guys, a tip, if you are in shape less fat covers your cock and we LOVE that!

"You like being taken advantage of?" he asked, echoing the Star Trek dialogue. Geeks! I tell ya.

"Fuck yes! Do me! Now!"

He plunged his cock into me and I shrieked with surprise and pleasure. He was the BEST lover I had ever. Gina played with herself as I moaned and bucked into him. He wsa so good

Soon I was coming, literally screaming with pleasure. No man had done that to me before. He had amazing control and brought me off several times.

"Your turn." He said to Gina, pulling out of me and grabbing her. Gina liked it from behind and bent over the desk. He plunged into her and she too was soon screaming with orgasm. I stood against him, kissing him and rubbing against him as he began to moan himself.

"Let me lick you." I begged.

He took out his cock and rubbed it between Gina's ass cheeks until I grabbed it and took the length in my mouth.

"OOOO FUCK!" he yelled as he shot into my mouth. I could not possibly swallow it all and the leftovers drooled out onto Gina's ass. 

We all got dressed and went back to his room for several more sessions. 

I never found out what happened to Alan. As for the programmer and I, we are now living together and Gina is a frequent guest.

Wrap up

It is the Accidental Love God again. I met Jeff for breakfast . He seemed a tad worse for wear but would survive. Alan was incredibly hung-over but did remember the important details, at least.

Alan did complain about the green makeup all over the place, wondering how he would explain it to his wife. Luckily he could simply hide the stained suit in his car and simply drop it off at the dry cleaners at his leisure. The shirt was beyond repair but Alan hid it and used it for the memories.

Both guys said that the party was a dream come true and both guys signed consulting contracts in the $500,000 range that day. 

This sort of pocket picking rather endeared me to the company and allowed me to build my own little kingdom, which I will tell you about soon. 



An Accidental Love God Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Don Giovanni Enterprises

Madamina, il catalogo è questo Delle belle che amò il padron mio; un catalogo egli è che ho fatt'io; Osservate, leggete con me. In Italia seicento e quaranta; In Almagna duecento e trentuna; Cento in Francia, in Turchia novantuna; Ma in Ispagna son già mille e tre. V'han fra queste contadine, Cameriere, cittadine, V'han contesse, baronesse, Marchesine, principesse. E v'han donne d'ogni grado, D'ogni forma, d'ogni età.

So I suppose I should tell you how I came to be sitting in my ranch office, drinking a very fine anejo tequila and smoking a very good cigar listening to my favorite aria from Mozart's Don Giovanni, the so called "Catalog" or "Little Black Book" aria sung by Leporello. For those of you not well versed in opera or Italian, the translation is 

My dear lady, this is a list Of the beauties my master has loved, A list which I have compiled. Observe, read along with me. In Italy, six hundred and forty; In Germany, two hundred and thirty-one; A hundred in France; in Turkey, ninety-one; In Spain already one thousand and three. Among these are peasant girls, Maidservants, city girls, Countesses, baronesses, Marchionesses, princesses, Women of every rank, Every shape, every age.

And people think opera isn't sexy.

I have not loved them, at least in Leporello's sense of the word. Since my initial bumps in becoming an incubus I have been completely faithful to my wife. However, an awful lot of women from these ethnic backgrounds, and many others, now work for me and they seem to enjoy every second of it. They are not, of course, of every age; they are all over 21. They are never of every shape; each one is fit, sexy and hot, as the business I run requires. If you have been in certain "gentleman's clubs" in Vegas, New York, New Orleans, LA, San Francisco, Houston, Dallas and... well in lots of places, you have probably met some of these ladies. 

Homo Sapiens Incubus, as I think of myself now, has been around since the rise of civilization. There is mention of us in the most ancient of texts. Gilgamesh's father was an incubus and his mother a succubus. Almost always we have been referred to as demons and persecuted. A good deal of that comes from our early lack of control. Some of it comes from the fact that, in human lifespan terms, we appear immortal (our typical lifespan is 300 years). Last, in the earliest of days, we "fed" -- not really the right term -- more often. The sexual act enhances our immune systems greatly. It also enhances the immune system of the person we feed upon, so it is to mutual benefit. In the days before modern medicines and antibiotics, when people routinely died of communicable diseases we no longer hear of in first world countries, immune systems required far more maintenance. Even with this, some of us occasionally succumbed to plague, smallpox, TB, cholera, typhoid and any number of other creepy crawly diseases we no longer worry about. 

The persecution and self-preservation was not the only thing that drove us together. I attended my first gathering after creating my first draft of a business plan, not knowing anything about my biology and not knowing how I could live among normal and not knowing how I could present my idea to anyone who would believe me and provide me seed money.

Jose, who you may remember from earlier chapters met me there and introduced me to Malcolm, an incubus with a genius level IQ, a PhD in Biochemistry and so swish he made Tim Gunn look like he was a middle linebacker for the Green Bay Packers.

Malcolm recognized me as new to all this and took me to a quiet corner to chat with Jose and Dr. Lauren McEvoy, the doctor who had altered my hormones just enough to kick in my next step in evolution. 

"Oh Lauren! Why can't you just convert one gay guy to give me some company?" Malcolm bitched, waiving his dark skinned, limp wrist in the air. "Even a bi one? I mean this guy is so strait he is the shortest distance between two points!" 

"I take it our powers don't work on same gender seductions?" I asked.

"No it doesn't sweetie!" Malcolm made a tut-tut sound.

"Must suck to be you then."

"Oh sweetie I can't begin to tell you!" Malcolm touched my arm. "You are so sympathetic! Maybe you can show me some additional sympathy later? Get a taste of chocolate sucker?"

"Malcolm is laying the 'Priscilla, Queen of the Desert' thing on thicker than usual tonight." Lauren said to me. "Malcolm, let's not play with the poor man's head too much. He's a virgin here."

"Yeah mano. He's not had an easy introduction. The three of us were born this way. Not him" Jose chimed in.

"Actually he probably was born this way" said Malcolm, switching into a 'passing for strait' mode. "Look, were you always able to date women that your friends thought were out of your league?"

"Well," I thought for a moment. "I guess yes. Guys always asked me what my secret was. They were joking but there was an edge to it. When we decided to get married I got lots of 'what the fuck is she doin' with you?' types of remarks."

"The only thing that the hormone treatments and your little shock did was kick your powers to the next level." Malcolm explained. "You would have lived a longer than average human life, now you'll live a normal incubus life. You'll be free from almost every human disease because of your enhanced immune system. You'll always look younger because the energy you generate from sexual activity will repair your telomeres. You provide the same impact on a temporary basis to anyone you have sex with. Your wife looks younger and isn't chopping from the Chicos catalog anymore, I bet. Anyway, that combination, plus some other things, means you'll live to about 300."

"300?! Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Does that include my family too?"

"Your wife, definitely not." Lauren jumped in with a better bedside manner. "Your kids, maybe. The genes are recessive so it will depend."

I sat back in shock for a few minutes, tears in my eyes. 

"I always thought I'd go first. I.... I cannot imagine the loneliness... not having them... her... my wife around." I was close to sobbing.

Lauren sat next to me and gave me a hug. I lost it then, sobbing into her shoulders. Jose joined her, comforting me while I composed myself. 

"Hey dude, this is why we have each other. We need this." Jose said.

"So, how old are all of you?" I asked, trying to bring myself around to the new reality.

"223" Jose said. "I was born in 1775 in Santa Fe, then in Mexico. The inquisition was still going on there and mi madre was arrested and tortured as a witch. She was a suck."

"Don't call us that please" chimed in Lauren. "And you know I am 75"

"And I'm 106." Malcolm said, switching to swish. "This gay colored boy was born in the heart of Jim Crow Mississippi."

Malcolm switched back to "passing for strait" mode.

"It was not easy." He continued.

"I bet" I said. "But Jose, and you Malcolm, how? I mean how do you not make the news as the oldest people around?" "We have been doing this for 5000 years sweetie!" Malcolm said. "We have money and treasure stored up to make life comfortable for us, to get new identities and bribe whoever we cannot seduce into doing what we need."

"It doesn't always work." Jose explained. "My people came here when they were hounded out of Spain by the inquisition. That's cause they were conversos and the Catholics thought they were goin' back to bein' Jews. That's the other reason the inquisition went after my moms."

"If your that old why do you talk like you're a 16 year old from East LA?" I asked Jose.

"Oh mano! Youse got to keep up with the times" Jose said.

"Would you prefer I called you massa?" Malcolm asked, now speaking like a pre-civil rights movement "negro" addressing the head of the local KKK.

"Ok, I get it."

A hand reached over my shoulder to a plate of cheese on the table we were gathered around. Without looking I passed the plate back.

"Well, thank you very much" came a very familiar voice.

I turned and dropped my jaw in surprise. The man with the voice extended a hand. I stared at it for a few moments before Lauren nudged me and I regained some composure.

"You can call me Aaron. That was my middle name." he said in a mid-south drawl. "And before y'all ask, yes I was Elvis."

Aaron sat and joined us. "Those of us who can figure out ways to make some money for the common good. We then support each other as needed. We invest in businesses and have controlling interest in many companies. Others use our powers of 'persuasion' to close sales. I've heard you're doin' that yourself."

"Yeah. How did you know?" I asked.

"Dude! You told me!" Jose exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah, right"

"We need to keep tabs on each other for safety. 'specially new folks like you." Aaron said.

"Wait!" I stopped. "Did I just hear something about investments?"

"Yes." Lauren explained. "We invested in several pharmacy startups that Malcolm runs, using substances derived from us to help normals."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well the latest was the HPV vaccine. The one for cervical cancer? That was derived from blood and vaginal scrapings from Miriam over there..." he pointed to a tall African American woman. 

"and Jo Anna over there." He continued pointing to a woman with long red hair.

"and me!" Lauren finished.

"Yes." Malcolm continued. "Then we sold out to Glaxo and took a huge profit."

"So if I had an idea?" I asked.

"Let's introduce you to JP over there." Aaron said, pointing to a man with one of the ugliest noses I've ever seen, puffing on a huge cigar.

I'm a history buff. "Is that?"

"JP Morgan" came the response. 

I'll spare you a long and dull discussion about finances. The bottom line is that we came to a deal. I invested a good percentage of my commission money. You know how I earned that. The incubus hedge fund invested a great deal more and DGE, Inc. - Don Giovanni Enterprises - was formed. So far no statute of a dead general has come to life to drag me off to hell. 

We have fairly standard, if expensive high end gentleman's club operations. Our idea is that you've been invited to party at a friend's home, only your friend is a Russian billionaire and his home is filled with fabulous women to entertain you and cater to your every whim.

This business model succeeds in attracting a certain class of man - the sort that has lots more money than brains and tends to make decisions with his dick. This is where the second part of my operation kicks in. We take the names and some form of photo ID of everyone who uses a credit card at our clubs. So far, this is a standard security practice at these clubs to prevent guys from claiming that their credit cards were ripped off and then stiffing us. We track this data and use software I wrote to scan social media, business web sites and credit reporting agencies for information on where these guys' work, how much they make, what their job is and what they are into besides strippers, fine booze and the occasional cigar. We then distribute this data to my sales staff at the consulting company (I should add that the incubus holding company bought the original owners out and promoted me to chair) and spread the data around to various incubus and succubus who are in sales, who use the data to close their own deals with their own companies.

I should add that the clubs themselves make almost sickening profits. IT gets easy when I sell a bottle of wine in a champagne room for $600 when it normally retails for $50. 

Of course, the fact that incubus and succubus run these clubs helps. The incubus work out then put their pheromone soaked workout clothes into the HVAC system, saturating the club and making the girls particularly -- happy to work, shall we say?

A succubus typically greats each guy at the door and walks him to a seat, making sure to touch him and get him all hot for the women around him. Not that these guys would not be turned on already. We are very generous with dancer money and that attracts the best. 

I made routine visits to the clubs to inspect operations. Things were managed by incubus and succubus and I was not worried about money. Being kicked out of the only group you could count on over the next few centuries was a strong deterrent to ripping off your boss. I had ideas about quality, however, and I wanted to make sure they were met. So this is a fairly typical encounter.

I immediately started calling this guy Barney when he walked in because he reminded me of Barney Rubble. He was alone, on a business trip and lonely. I should add he made about $120,000 as a software engineer and was below the threshold we had for follow up sales. That level was over $250K per year. Anyway, he soon had a woman at his table who used Morgane as a stage name. She wore a red tight "club dress" -- a nice term for a stripper costume - and red sandals with 4 inch heels. Her dark hair was up in a bun. He was in the engineer's uniform of kakis and a shirt with some obscure software company's logo on it. 

She got him a few drinks and a few lap dances. I could see him leaning back with eyes half closed I pleasure, barely able to keep from coming right there on the main floor. After multiple lap dances Morgane convinced him to head to a VIP room. There I could see and hear through our security system. This business needs this equipment for the safety of our women. Strip clubs attract some real assholes sometimes. 

Barney opted for bottle service with Irish whiskey - at $750 not cheap- and was soon doing body shots out of Morgane's navel. 

Morgane stripped out of her dress and was dancing for him, grinding onto his lap. Barney would thrust up into her and Morgane would dance away seconds before he came. I must say she was good at bringing him close to coming then backing off.

"OOO fuck baby. You are such a tease" I heard him complain.

"And you love it!" Morgane noted correctly.

"Oh yeah baby but I need more. Fuck I'm so horny."

Morgane lay on the floor playing with her clit. "I'm hot too."

I wanted to see this show get hotter. I picked up a tray of snacks and brought it into the room.

"Don't let me interrupt." I said, setting it down and touching Morgane.

"Cum many times" I thought as I touched her.

When I got back to the security interface Morgane was back on the floor, moaning with pleasure. Her panties were off and she was working on her clit with abandon.

Barney was stroking his cock through his pants. "Oh yeah baby. That is some show"

Morgane moaned then shouted. "Fuck! I'm coming!"

Morgane bucked up hard moaning with passion as she came. After catching her breath she looked at Barney.

"I bet you want that cock sucked." She said. "Will you take care of me?"

"Oh yes!"

Morgane crawled towards him then knelt before him, rubbing his thighs. "How much?"

"$100"

Morgane licked his cock through his pants. "You can do better than that."

"$200"

Morgane kissed his cock and stroked it with her hand through his pants. "MMMM is that all this is worth?"

Barney moaned in pleasure and frustration.

"OK! $500!"

"MMMM for that you get my pussy too."

Morgane took his zipper in her teeth and pulled it down, exposing his cock. Her tongue expertly teased the head and licked the shaft. Barney was actually surprisingly big and she managed to take his entire length into her mouth. She had no gag reflex I suppose.

Barney sat there moaning with pleasure. 

"Don't come yet." Morgane purred as she slipped a condom onto Barney. Smart girl. She positioned herself on his lap and sank down onto him, impaling herself on his cock.

"OOOOOO You are good!" Morgane moaned and I think she meant it. Of course my pheromones should take some credit.

Soon Morgane was bouncing up and down in uncontrolled passion, moaning. She covered her mouth to keep from crying out in passion when she same, as fucking a customer was technically against the rules. 

She came again, and again covered her mouth to keep from crying out. Her spasms were too much for Barney and he shouted as he shot his load into the latex sack. Only the loud music prevented everyone in the club from hearing him.

So the girls made money and I made money and we are all happy. And here I am at my ranch. 



An Accidental Love God Ch. 09B



So, my ranch. I wanted to have a place with lots of space for several reasons. First, I've always loved the solitude. I am not much of a crowd and city person, but fishing, hunting, tramping through the woods and skiing, sign me up. Second, I wanted to minimize the possibilities of accidental contact with a normal. No more fiascos like Ms. Obesity or that Irish step dancer in the elevator (thankfully you can only see my back on the video posted to You Porn). Third, my wife loves animals and this gives her a chance to indulge in dogs, horses, and maintain the land for wildlife. We have a small pond, and a premier trout stream running through the land. I let the local guides bring customers onto the land to fish and they help me maintain the stream in return. I also let a select few hunt the elk, deer, pronghorn bear and upland birds on the land. 

To run the company I need a few select staff people close at hand. Everyone else can work from home or remotely. My wife and I also hired some folks to help with the ranch.

My first full time hire was actually the ranch hand, Hector Chavez. Actually I pretty much hired the family. When we purchased the ranch I renamed it to Deamhan Saothraigh, the rough translation from Irish Gaelic being Devil's Ranch. I was trying to honor both my tradition of the Incubus as a demon and my own Irish heritage. Hector had a reputation in the local community as a man good with animals, horses in particular, so we had him come around a few times per week to help out with the two horses we had purchased. About a week before I hired him full time, he came to me about his son, Hector, Jr. Hector had been caught on my ranch with a bunch of his high school buddies lighting a campfire and drinking. The local sheriff had followed the light of the fire and arrested the bunch before I knew anything about it.

"Jefe. I have come to beg you to drop the charges against my son and to beg you for help" he began.

"No need Hector. It was just a bunch of harmless high school stuff. Neither Frank [our local prosecutor] or Janet [the local judge] want to hurt those kids and neither do I. they'll yell at them a bit, give 'em a conditional dismissal and if they are good -- and I know Hector is a good kid - it will all go away with no harm to anyone."

"Patrón, you.... You do not understand." 

Just the fact he had addressed me as both jefe and patron meant something was up that was very serious.

"My son... that is ... all of us... except mi pequeña... my little girl Maria are illegal. Maria was born here. The rest of us came to this country when Hector was a little boy. He was three and has no memory of Jalisco... of Mexico."

"Sí su español es horrible" I replied. Little Hector's Spanish was not what I would have expected from someone born in Mexico. By the way, I use the term "little" only to denote the son here. "Little" Hector is 6 foot 3 inches tall and towers over his small father and his tiny mother.

Hector chuckled. "Si. It is bad."

Hector gave me the details of a life of crushing poverty in the Mexican state of Jalisco where he was raised on a farm; his long trek north and the expense of hiring a coyote to get him across the border and the dessert of New Mexico; of his building a life here in the mountains through hard work and his skill with horses. He explained how he faked his papers so he would appear legal and pay taxes; how he and his wife had both worked two jobs to provide for his family and how his son... his pride and joy... was an excellent student. He showed me a paper Little Hector had prepared for his math class. He was currently a junior taking both AP calculus and AP physics.

Now, I have an advanced degree in computer science, so I am no math moron. This kid's paper lost me after the first paragraph. The only thing I could glean from it was that it had something to do with Fermat's theorem. 

I stared at Hector for a moment. "Your son is a fuckin' genius."

One of the nice thing about being well off and connected to a bunch of people who can seduce anyone and a group with an average lifespan of over 300 years is you can do favors for the deserving and little Hector deserved favors. We pulled strings and got the family green cards. I set them up in a small house on my ranch. We had stayed there while we built the main house and re-furnished some of the other buildings. To cement Hector and Maria's loyalty I introduced little Hector around. He is now at MIT on a full scholarship. Hector cares for the land and the animals and Maria takes care of the cleaning. 

My house is my dream home. It is a large home constructed in the craftsman style with oak and natural finishes throughout. It merges with the landscape like the best of Frank Lloyd Wright. We converted one of the barns into an office where I run the companies with a small staff. We also have a barn with our own horses and some additional horses we board for folks in the area. It covers some of the expenses like hay, vets and farriers. 

In a small mountain town it is said that it is no great loss to lose a job, because you always have two more to fall back on. There is a great deal of truth to that. We live close to a ski resort and most of the work is low wage tourist industry stuff. Most people string together 2 or more part time jobs to make ends meet. During the mud months (spring to you flatlanders) or late fall after the colors are gone but before the ski slopes open, there is almost no work at all. 

I do not want folks to worry over every nickel so I pay people well. My first hire was my administrative assistant, Kate, a 30 something single mother. Like most people who live in the mountains she was very active and kept fit. In fact she was quite the hard body. She had very little body fat, as she spent lots of spare time on a mountain bike or cross country skis, depending on the season. She was not in any way surgically enhanced -- again common up here in the high country - but her B cup was very sexy on her short tight frame.

I let her brig her two kids around the ranch. In return for some minor chores like mucking out stalls, we let them ride the horses. Turns out that is good for everyone involved. I also have two policies people love. Three days a year you can call in "well" - just call and say "it is too nice out, I'm going to..." and do whatever you want, play golf, hike, ski, lay in the backyard and get drunk. I also have a powder day policy. If it snows less than 6 inches I close the office for ½ day and over 6 inches I close for the day. Mind you, we all have 4 wheel drive and live in the mountains, so we can drive in snow. We close the office so we can ski in fresh powder.

Obviously I do not want to be fighting off advances from my staff. It turns out that hand sanitizers neutralize the pheromones, so I wear long sleeve shirts and installed dispensers throughout the ranch. People just think I am a germ-phobic. Of course, there is still the problem of them inhaling pheromones, but that just causes non-directed horniness. 

So long as no clients are around I do not care what people wear to work, within reason. Nevertheless I noticed that Kate would always wear skirts or dresses. Most women in the mountains prefer hiking boots to Morichetti (no idea who he is but my wife swears by his styles). After a few weeks I clued in.

I had stepped out for a few minutes to stroll and take my dogs for a walk. Normally this takes some time but I cut this walk off early. I entered my office using a back entrance, not making any particular efforts to be discreet and heard a low moan along with a low, electric hum.

"MMMMM Fuck!" I heard. It was definitely Kate.

I looked into the reception area through a crack in my office door. Kate, eyes closed, had both feet up on her desk with her dress hiked up and a rabbit style vibrator going in and out of her obviously wet pussy. AS I watched she pumped herself faster and faster, moaning softly and completely oblivious to my presence.

"Oh fuck... oh God! YES! YES! FUCK YES!" she shuddered in orgasm and I left through the back door so as not to embarrass her. I made a great deal of noise coming in through the front so as not to embarrass her. She was sitting at her desk, completely put together as if nothing had happened. That is why she wore dresses and skirts... to cover up her relieving herself!

About two weeks later I hired another staff person so no more private time for Kate. Christine Nguyen was another one of the fit mountain types that seem to spring up from the ground beneath your feet up in the high country. She was the daughter of Vietnamese boat people and could even make the traditional Vietnamese Ao Dai look hot. Christine's passion was rock climbing and mountaineering, so she had not one ounce of extra fat on her. Christine worked as a sales support person, arranging for travel, customer visits to the ranch and feeding out sales leads to the consulting sales folks generated from our Gentleman's Club operations.

Taekje or Tee for short was named for her Dutch immigrant grandmother, who had apparently gotten out of Holland ½ step in front of the Gestapo when the Netherlands fell to the Nazis in World War 2. She was very tall with long legs, brunette hair and a passion for skiing. While she would ski at the resort and use the lifts, she considered it for wimps. She loved to hike into the back country and ski the areas where there was a significant risk of avalanche. 

"Earn your turns" she would say. 

Tee handled the Gentleman's Club side of things for me, mostly keeping the books.

Even with my "jeans and tee-shirts are cool" policy, all three women were soon trying to outdo each other in the sexy clothes department. While I have an office our space is very open and I could hear what my staff said, though I often faked ignorance.

"Hrmpf!" I heard Tee pout about a month after she started. "This is one of the best jobs in this valley, but I find it so hard to focus sometimes! It is not like anyplace else I ever worked."

Christine hung up her phone. "Yeah I know what you mean. My mid is always.... Ummm... someplace else."

"Like the bedroom?" Kate said.

Nervous laughter filled the room.

"That is the case for me. Of course, some of it that I have not gotten laid since I divorced that prick, but I have never felt the need to.... Ummm ... well shit... relieve myself in the office before" Kate continued.

"What are you talking about woman?" Tee asked.

"Yeah, really?" Christine echoed, clearly intrigued.

"Welllllll.... Occasionally I ... well it just gets overwhelming so I use this." Kate produced her vibrator from her desk.

"Oh Shit!"

"That is fucking amazing!"

I could not tell who said what.

"You are blushing girl!" Tee observed.

"Well its' embarrassing!" Kate answered.

"I think it is hot." Christine said.

I could see where this was going so I thought I would let the ladies have a good time. I came out of my office and they all pretended that they had been deep in work. I had not washed my hands in hours so the pheromones could be transferred.

"Listen I have to go talk to the vet and Hector at the barn. It'll probably be an hour or more." I said. I walked to each of their desks, making sure to touch them. Each in turn had their eyes lose focus. When they came to themselves they were looking at each other with barely hidden lust. 

I went out to the barn's office and fed the security camera feed from the office to my the big screen TV I kept there. 

Kate and Christine had made a Tee sandwich. Kate was much shorter than Tee so her face was just at the right level to kiss and bite Tee's already exposed breasts. Christine was busy slipping Tee out of her pants and getting out of her own dress. Tee had her hand up Kate's skirt and was massaging her pussy. All three were moaning with passion. 

"God that feels so fuckin' good" Tee moaned. 

Tee leaned over and kissed Christine deeply, their tongues dancing together. Christine then turned and kissed Kate, giving her the same treatment while Tee stripped off Kate's skirt, blouse and bra. Kate, as I had learned earlier, did not wear any panties to work. Tee, by now, had exposed her lovely firm breasts by lifting them over the top of a demi-cup bra while Christine had stripped out of her thong. She had firm breasts that did not require a bra at all. 

The girls pushed papers off a conference room table we kept in the center of their work area and Tee lay across it. Christine straddled her face and Tee immediately went to work licking and sucking her clit. Kate got between Tee's legs and sucked Tee's clit into her mouth while using her vibrator alternatively o herself and Tee. 

Tee and Kate's moans were muffled by the placement of their mouths but Christine could be heard clearly.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh just like that! Yes! Yes Now Harder! OHHHHH FUCKKKK! OMIGOD! OMIGOD! OMIGOD!"

Christine was screaming with her orgasm. I could tell from how Tee's thrust and spasms that she was coming as well. 

Christine smiled at Kate. "Your turn now."

They laid Kate on the conference room table and alternated. First Tee would lick her pussy and fuck her with the sex toy while Christine kissed her deeply, then Christine would eat Kate's pussy while Tee licked and bit Kate's rock hard nipples. 

Kate was soon screaming with pleasure as she came once, then a second then a third time.

"Enough! Enough! Too much!" she moaned, pushing Christine's face away from her clit.

"God damn, I needed that" panted Tee.

"Me too" said Christine who was idly playing with her own pussy as if she wanted more.

"God I've not come like that in ... way too long" Kate explained. "I think I need a guy I my life."

Kate excused herself. She had to pick up her kids.

"Remember the boss man will be back soon" she observed as she left Christine and Tee cuddling and fondling each other.

Tee kissed Christine again. Soon they were lost again in passion, licking each other in a 69 position on the conference room table and crying out as they came again and again.

After about 30 minutes they stopped.

"Wow" Christine was panting.

"Yeah... wow." Tee echoed.

"I like working here." Christine smiled.

"Tough to beat the benefits." Tee agreed with a grin.

"And tough to find employees who can handle the upcoming visits of certain clients." I thought.



An Accidental Love God Ch. 10



Chapter 10: Bernard Gui

So I sit here in my office drinking my anejo and smoking a cigar. One reason I'm in the office is because my wife does not like "those smelly stinky things" in the house. I assume that means the cigars, not me. Bernard Gui has just left for the airport and I'm writing this to get my thoughts in order.

Bernard, "Bernie" to his friends, had come to us as a lead though my New Orleans club. Bernie was in town for a conference. From what I could tell he had gotten to New Orleans, checked into his hotel and gone straight to Burdon Street and our club on Sunday night. He came back for more on Monday and I got a call on Tuesday from the club manager. He had, as usual, run Bernie's ID through my software and pulled up lots of information on him – LinkedIn, Facebook, Twitter and other social networks are great sources.

"So, boss, this dude, Bernard Gui...." Patrick, the local manager started to explain

"His name is actually Bernard Gui? Does he hang with Tom Torquemada?"

"What?  Are you being a history geek again boss?" Patrick laughed.

"Yeah. His parents might as well have named him Joseph Mengele or Lavrentiy Beria."

"Who?"

"OK - great monsters of history 101." I explained. "Mengele was the Nazi doctor who conducted savage experiments on the prisoners in Auschwitz."

"Right, yeah. Him I heard of" Patrick replied.

"Good. Beria was Stalin's head of the NKVD, Stalin's secret police. He ordered the murder of millions." 

"Not a nice man." Patrick said.

"To say the least. Tomás de Torquemada was a Dominican friar who invented the Spanish Inquisition and ran it for a time."

"Well I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition."

I laughed. "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition. But anyway, there were three historical inquisitions. The Spanish one focused mostly on Jews and Muslims in Spain and Spanish colonies. We even had it in Spanish colonies in the Southwest USA. The Roman inquisition focused on Protestants after the Protestant Reformation and the medieval inquisition focused on heretics called Cathars. Bernard Gui ran that one. He also wrote manuals on how to torture that are still used today for 'enhanced interrogation' at Gitmo."

"What's a Cathar?"

"That shows you how vicious old Father Gui was. You know Jews, Muslims and Protestants, right? Ever met a Cathar? Ol' Bernie burned them all at the stake. He only stopped 'cause he ran out of fuel."

"So this dude's parents made a bad name choice?"

"I'd say so.  Anyway what's the deal with him?"

"Well he's come in twice so far. He's here at that conference and droppin' lots of expense account money. He's usin' his corporate card to pay for everything. He's dropped about $1300 so far. First night he went to the Champagne room with one chick... umm ... let's see.... Monica.... After dropping about $100 on lap dances. Last night he took two chicks back, Elsa and Kim. So far its blondes brunettes and Asian chicks. He's not into huge tits. He turned down Olga three times for lap dances."

I snorted. "Yeah and she's what, quintuple E?"

"Not quite." I could hear Patrick grinning across the phone connection. "but close enough. Also, doesn't seem to like black chicks. He turned down a double with I'Satta and La'Toya"

"That's like turning down Beyoncé and Halle Barrey at the same time." I observed.

"No accounting for taste." Patrick added. "Anyway, past that he is what you expect. Paunchy middle aged lower level VP at an oil and gas company. He's one step down from the CIO and runs the IT organization for the USA out of their Dallas office."

"Well that's a good start. I've got some sales folks at that conference. I think if we have Jayne, Natsumi and Saul look him up." I concluded. Jayne would cover the blonde, Natsumi the Asian and Saul would be able to take Bernie out for a few lap dances at the club and steer him to our Dallas club. Saul could get him a "VIP" card. If nothing else, we'd have this guy dropping lots of coin at our club.

Two lunches with our two rather lovely sales ladies and a night of lap dances later we had our first contract for $100,000 in consulting.

Long term, well I could not say that a $20 lap dance was good for $20,000 in consulting but it sure felt that way sometimes. Of course, we still had to produce and we did.  When have a 300 year life span, you take a long view of things.

I had, as a matter of course, visited with Bernie several times and taken him out to our clubs, treating him to champagne rooms whenever I was in town. My typical approach was to take him out to dinner or some event like a ball game.  I would listen to him tell boring stories of what a great athlete he had been in high school and college. In truth he had been above average in high school, below average in college and a sedentary slug since graduation. He still fancied himself a jock and a lady killer, and, as proof, he would point out all the strippers and professional ladies he had satisfied. I hire these women, so I know they are great actors. 

After a few drinks, suggest we take advantage of the excuse we had to be away from our wives. We would head over to the local club, get into the VIP room and I would treat him to lap dances and, ultimately the champagne rooms. He always left needing to drop his pants off at the dry cleaners the next day, if you know what I mean.

Over the course of a year, Bernie had reached a point where we would give him the full court press at my ranch. We were very close to signing a deal where his company would outsource their entire North American IT operation to our consulting company.  The total deal had a base of $100 million per year, plus additional fees for new projects and development. For this I pulled out all the stops.

I picked a weekend when I knew my wife would not be around. She was heading to a horse show to compete in hunter jumper. I spent the week saturating the ranch with pheromones. I would work out hard then put my sweat drenched clothes into the HVAC air intake system. I had set up a sauna so that the air coming out of the sauna, filled with my pheromones, pumped directly into the HVAC system as well. My house and office shared the HVAC system so very little work got done. Tee, Christine and Kate would sneak off separately or pair up to relieve themselves. I would hear their moans of pleasure and the hum of vibrators through the walls. 

Hector got a few afternoon surprises from his wife Maria. Maria would be in the ranch cleaning, leave and ambush Hector in the barn. She would return with hay stuck to her back and a big smile. 

"Jefe, I am sorry I am not getting all that much done this week." He told me on Wednesday.

"That's ok Hector. I understand. Something has gotten into all the women here this week." 

"Si. That always seems to happen just before you have business guests."

I smiled and said nothing. 

"Tú eres el diablo, Jefe." Hector laughed

"No, just a minor demon." I laughed in return.

Of course, my wife was insatiable during this week. I barely got through the door before she was ripping off my pants and sucking my dick in the evenings. She would come over to the office and drag me away several times per day as well. On the day she left for her show I took her to the barn's office which did not share heating and cooling with the house, and made sure she was completely satisfied.  We made love on the desk, the chair, and the couch with me releasing the "you will be completely satisfied" pheromones the entire time. 

Tough work but someone has to do it.

I try to pay close attention to details and make sure everything was perfect. As you know, the ranch is in a ski town. I hired the chef from one of the more expensive tourist restaurants in town to cook for the weekend. Tee, Christine and Kate would be around on Saturday to help close the deal. I gave them each a large allowance for buying clothes for these occasions but insisted on pre-approving their outfits, including their underwear and shoes. I also hired Colette to help with serving food and making sure everything was in order. 

Collette was a French-Canadian woman who had fallen in love with skiing as a girl in Quebec. I brought her on as extra help for these sorts of parties or to help Maria when needed. She had a delightful accent and an even more delightful body. She was compact in that French way, with champagne glass breasts, a firm fit butt and fantastic legs. She wore her dark hair short and parted to the side to frame her lovely heart shaped face. 

We picked Bernie up at an airport near his home with a corporate jet. Natsumi and Jayne had driven him to the airport. They exited the limo and I was glad to see that the sales ladies had followed my instructions. Natsumi had picked up something o her last visit to her grandparents in Japan so she looked like she had stepped out of a manga strip. She had a pleated skirt, white blouse that was open to show her ample, albeit artificially enhanced, cleavage and thigh high boots with 4 inch heels. Her long black shining hair cascaded down her shoulders. I had been entranced my these styles when I had visited Tokyo and Kyoto. Jayne was much more all American. Her blonde hair fell to her neck and she wore a short skirt, red blouse with a V neck line that also showed her smaller natural cleavage. She had bare legs and sandals with 4 inch heels.

"You know it is hot in Texas but we have snow where we are going. This is a ski weekend after all." I observed.

She flashed me a look that said "I am only following orders."

"I'll change on the way." She smiled. 

Collette acted as our flight attendant. She wore a navy blue skirt, a white blouse that was modest, only in comparison with Jayne and Natsumi. For the flight she wore white seamed stockings and patent leather pumps with 4 inch heels. I was laying out the cock teasing pheromones, so Collette made sure she bent over and swayed her very sexy ass whenever her back was to Bernie. I could see him drooling already. 

Jayne and Natsumi sat on either side of Bernie and flirted with him throughout the first half of the flight. Natsumi was playing the coy subservient geisha, pouring Bernie drinks and laying the complements on thick. Jayne was classic American flirty, crossing her legs and flashing thigh, pressing her tits into Bernie's arm and caressing him whenever she could find an excuse. 

I talked business with a very distracted and increasingly intoxicated Bernie. 

When we were about an hour from the nearest airport to the ranch, Jayne announced that she needed to change to something for winter weather. She stood and grabbed her bag from the overhead over Bernie's head, making sure to press her lovely C cup into his face. 

"Oh it is too heavy. Can a nice strong man like you give me a hand Bernie?" she cooed.  

Bernie got to his somewhat unsteady feet and pulled the bag down. 

"Can you carry it back there for me?" Jayne continued, laying the poor weak girl on rather thick. 

The rear compartment of the plane held a bed for long flights and red-eyes from the west coast. Bernie followed Jayne's mesmerizing hips to the rear cabin, where they shut the door.

"I never thought I would be hot for Bernie. He's fat and a bit of a pig around women, but today..." Natsumi trailed off, switching to her very American, raised in California accent.

"Oui, Moi aussi." Collette said. "I get so horny when I work here..."

"Well Jayne's getting lucky." Natsumi said and she stared at me, licking her lips.

"Oh shit," I thought. "I laid it on too thick."

"Well I think we have an unoccupied cock right here." Collette observed as she sat on my lap grounding herself down on my hardening cock. "Ummm seems like it is interested too."

"Uhhh girls, I'm your boss.  So this is definitely a no-no" I said. I had not let things get this out of control in some time and I guess I got cocky, pun intended.

"I'd say it's a yes-yes" Natsumi said as she stood and took off her blouse and skirt. 

"Oui, oui." Collette agreed as she teased herself on my hardness.

"No, really... ladies..." the rest of my protests were muffled by Natsumi's nipple pushed into my mouth.

Collette stood and took off her skirt blouse and panties, then pulled Natsumi's panties off as well. She got on her knees before me and licked my crotch through my pants while working on my belt and opening my zipper.

Natsumi guided my hand to her very wet slit, keeping me from pushing Collette away as she took my cock into her mouth. 

I came up for air. "Collette. Fuck that is good but you shouldn't... you should stop. You shouldn't.... stop... really fuck... don't stop!"

I gave up the fight, my defenses overwhelmed. Natsumi giggled and joined Collette licking and teasing my hard cock.  

Soon we were on the cabin floor. Natsumi was riding my cock hard while Collette pressed her pretty shaved pussy to my tongue. Both women were moaning in pleasure. I could also hear moans from the back cabin. 

"Come ladies" I thought.

It hit Collette first. "Oui! Oui! MERDE!  Tellement bon! So good! Plus rapidement! Faster! OUIIIIIII!!!"

Collette spasmed and clammed her legs around my face in her orgasm. Natsumi let loose on my cock seconds later, screaming with pleasure.

"Je veux t'enculer" Collette said to me, then to Natsumi "my turn on that cock, yours on his face."

Collette lowered herself on my hardness, while Natsui placed her wet clit on my tongue. Soon both were coming hard and kissing each other deeply between orgasms. 

Natsumi moaned "Fuck yes! Harder! Right there!" OMIGOD! OMIGOD!" as she let loose another orgasm.

"Viens m'enculer! Fuck me!" Collette moaned as Natsumi dove to suck on her nipples. "Oui! OUI!" 

Collette contracted with another orgasm and I could not help myself. The pumping of her contractions got to me and I began to shoot inside her, my cries muffled by Natsumi pressing her clit to my mouth with her final orgasm.

We got dressed quickly. Jayne and Bernie soon joined us again, Bernie's grin telling us something, but Jayne filled in the details



Jayne's Tale

I am normally a very sexual person who loves to cock tease men. That helps with getting me in to see guys like Bernie, who makes all his decisions with his dick. I also have my pick of guys, as a result, so I normally pick the hottest and the best. Under normal circumstances, if Bernie hit in me in a bar he'd have a beer spilled in his lap.  

Today was different. I had just an uncontrollable urge to fuck and Bernie was the only guy available. The boss makes it clear that he is strictly off limits, even though I'd gladly do him anywhere anytime. There is something about him that drives me wild. I know Bernie is married and I am not a home wreaker. That said, Bernie's habits with strip clubs had already done the damage at home, so I was not exactly the cause of any issues.

I swayed my ass the sexiest way possible as Bernie followed me into the back cabin. I was pleased to find a bed. Bernie placed my overnight bag on the bed and turned to leave. I bent and leaned my ass in his direction.

"Could you help me with the zipper here?" I purred, pointing to the skirts zipper.

Bernie grinned and approached me. I pressed my ass back against his crotch as he unzipped my skirt, feeling his hardness extend past the flab of his stomach. 

"OOO. Happy to see me?" I purred and let the skirt slip down, showing my red thong and very firm butt.

I turned and pressed my thigh against Bernie's cock. 

"I really fucking need you right now" I said and kissed him deeply, pressing my tongue into his soft mouth. 

Soon my blouse and his pants were on the floor. I pushed him down on the bed and straddled his face.

"Lick my clit!" I ordered.

"Gladly" Bernie said and plunged his tongue inside me. He tongue fucked me for a bit then licked and sucked on my clit. I grabbed his head and pressed it against me, riding his face.

"Yes! Fuck Yes! Right there! Just like that!" I love getting oral sex and Bernie was not too bad at it. Either that or I was supremely horny. Soon I was shuddering with orgasm. 

"Fuck! YES! HARDER! MORE!" I screamed. I knew they could hear me in the other room but I did not care. I came again, then a third time.

"Fuck! Give me your cock in my pussy!"

"As you command." Bernie replied with a grin and thrust into me. I shifted his belly so I could get as much cock as possible then ground onto it, fucking him hard.

I make noise during sex, but I was loud even by my standards. I was really excited. 

"FUCK! YES! OOOOO! OMIGOD!" I came again, contracting and pumping Bernie's cock. He let loose his cum with a bellow, like a mouse.

I collapsed onto him as he panted and recovered his breath.

We lay there for some time in post-sex pleasure. I wanted more but Bernie was spent. He did not respond to my teasing his cock. 

"You know...." If you sign that contract this weekend I'll need to show my appreciation." I whispered to him just before we got up and dressed.



Friday Dinner

We got back to the ranch with a moderate amount of flirting. Natsumi, Jayne and Collette teased and flirted. Bernie could not believe what was happening to him.

"Are you ladies always so... ummm... playful?" he ventured. 

"I like to let my hair down on weekends." Jayne said.

"Oui. I find this fun." Collette continued.

"And there is just something about you..." Natsumi finished whispering in Bernie's ear. 

"We're a fun loving bunch at this company. You knew that though, Bernie. We've partied together several times" I said.

"Well yeah... but... this is a bit out of the ordinary." Bernie said. "Not that I'm complainin."

"Preliminary celebration for our ongoing relationship." I smiled. 

"Oh yes!" said Jayne.

"We want a very long relationship" said Natsumi.



We got back to the house and everyone settled into their rooms and came down to dinner. Bernie came down first wearing jeans buckled so his ample guy flowed over it.

I had given Collette the rest of the evening off. I overheard her tell Jayne and Natsumi she'd be out man hunting that night. Kate, my administrative assistant was taking care of service that night. Again I paid attention to details. Kate's red hair was up in a bun. She was wearing a short black skirt, a white blouse with a necktie and her legs were wrapped in mesh stockings. She wore patent leather pumps with 4 inch heels.  She had fixed Bernie a martini and strutted towards him to serve him.

"Your staff is extraordinary." Bernie said.

"We like to please our customers."

"They do a good job." Bernie observed.

"May I do anything else to serve you?" Kate asked with a flirty look to Bernie. 

"I can think of many things" Bernie said.

I smiled and touched Kate's hand thinking "cock tease him"

"No Kate, not right now. Can you see how dinner is coming." I said.

Bernie stared as Kate strutted out of the room. "God I'd love those legs wrapped around me."

I chuckled. "She can have that impact." 

Jayne and Natsumi joined us and we sat for diner. Both had changed into more casual clothing.  Jayne was wearing a denim mini skirt and low cut, very tight tee-shirt. Natsumi wore a leather skirt and halter top that barely covered her large, store purchased breasts. 

Bernie finished two more martinis and was fairly drunk while we ate. Nevertheless the girls laughed at his lame jokes while Kate strutted around the room flashing a maximum amount of leg. Dinner was brats and burgers made from game taken on my ranch. Natsumi displayed her tongues talents by teasing an elk brat. Jayne fed Bernie venison burgers and Kate pressed her B-cup breasts into the back of Bernie's head whenever she server him. 

Bernie made lame comments about the brats – 7th grade level stuff about their size.  He was intoxicated enough to have lost his normal filter so he would occasionally exclaim about Kate's butt or Natsumi's tits.




An Accidental Love God Ch. 10.2



The Wife's Trip

I hate when my husband is having business guests. Even though I am sure he is not doing anything with the women he works with - and he easily could - I do feel like he uses them to make money. Am I married to a pimp? I'm not sure I like that idea.

What I am enjoying is our new youthfulness, our fitness and, of course, the fantastic sex. Being experienced, with an experienced man, but horny as a college freshman has lots of advantages. I love what it has done for my body. I am of the age where, as my husband says, global warming is up close and personal. He observed that true love is driving through a Rocky Mountain blizzard with all the windows of the truck opened because your wife is having a hot flash. I may be that old, but I look better than I did at 35. My stomach no longer has the post-childbirth paunch and my boobs are firmer than they were before I got pregnant for the first time. All the aches and pains that come with being of a certain age are gone. I can ride my horses, ski, hike or run and not have all the sore joints I once had. 

What I do not like about the week preceding my road trip is that I was bombarded with my husband's incubus pheromones for an entire week. He was saturating our house in anticipation of his client coming to town. I jumped his bones several times a day and still needed the relief of a vibrator daily. I was driving our truck and pulling a horse trailer to what passes for a larger city in this part of the USA, heading for a horse show. I was beginning to feel horny again. My husband had been driving this truck all week and it was saturated with his pheromones. 

"I bet my clothes are saturated with them too. And I can hardly wash them out before the competition tomorrow." I thought.

I remembered as a little girl I had an aunt and uncle who were heavy smokers. Everything they used reeked of cigarette smoke -- their house, car, drapes, garage, clothes, everything! When I got Christmas presents from them the smell of smoke would explode from the box they shipped the presents in. New clothes they gave me needed to be washed to get the smell out before I wore them. The incubus pheromones are like that. It gets into everything and lingers for weeks. 

"Great!" I thought sarcastically. "I be all hot and bothered and no one to fuck."

I fidgeted through the long drive, got my horse stabled and fed and groomed then headed to the hotel. I ordered a bottle of wine with room service ate and drank and used the vibrator 3 or 4 times before finally succumbing to sleep.

The show the next day had a classic western segment and a formal hunter jumper competition that I had entered. I did look elegant in my formal show clothing -- jodhpurs, a formal blouse and jacket, high riding boots and, of course a riding crop. My brunette hair was up in a bun. 

The western show was a rodeo and I must say those cowboys looked cute in their tight jeans. I could not stop myself from flirting. The incubus pheromones had, of course, soaked into all my clothes. Even though I knew the reason for my behavior I still could not control it. 

"Pack three weeks before the next show and seal everything in a plastic bag!" I thought as I flirted with a pair of particularly cute bronco riders. Clay and Matthew haled from Montana and had the rugged strong looks of young men who spend lots of time exercising, eating right working hard outdoors and riding horses. They were both broad across the shoulders and had firm tight butts that their jeans showed off so well. Unfortunately they had to excuse themselves for some bare back riding - of horses, not me. 

"And I'd like to ride them." I added to the thought then stopped myself. 

There was a party in the bar across the street from my hotel and I headed to it with several friends who I knew from prior competitions. We all just wore our horse riding clothes and the cowboys, of course, did not change either. 

While we were dressed in our "elegant" formal riding clothing, Natalie, Ester and I were in full bad girl mode. Almost immediately we were doing shots. We drank, laughed and joked and generally carried on like a trio of sophomore sorority girls. The carrying on included comments about every man, or at least every cute man, who was in the bar. The music was loud enough that we could not be heard, and it was very good in a honky tonk way. The effect of our very sexual chatter, along with the alcohol was beginning to amplify the impact of the pheromones. Natalie and Ester would be going back to their husbands that night, but my only comfort would be cunning on AA batteries. 

After my third shot who should walk in but Clay and Matthew. Clay looked like he was attempting to wear his name. His bronc had thrown him pretty hard and he was a bit dirty. Matthew was grinning ear to ear. He had placed and had won some money and points that would get him to a pro-rodeo championship held every year. 

I wolf whistled at them (boy I was drunk) and called them over. They sat and we immediately ordered them a round of shots. For Matt it was celebration for Clay it was a pain killer. They did their shots and Clay excused himself to clean up. 

"Dance with me, Matt!" I told him over the din of the bar. It had gotten louder as more folks came over from the horse show.

We got up on the floor. I am a bit of a cock-tease on the dance floor and the drink aggravates that tendency in me. I shook my hips, turned and wiggled my ass, danced close to him so my tits pressed against him and generally did everything possible to make him beg for mercy. Matt could move himself. His hips gyrated and it was obvious the man knew how to use them to his advantage. By the end of the song we were pressed together and I am not sure who was teasing who. Matt had certainly gotten my attention.

"Being naughty tonight with your husband not around?" Natalie smirked when I sat back down.

"And why the fuck not?" I thought. "He gets me this way with his damn incubus pheromones. There is only so much I can take!"

That was the booze talking mostly, but not entirely. I just smiled at Natalie.

"I'm just window shoppin dear." I said.

Clay came back and took Ester up to dance in a far less provocative manner then Matt and I. Clay danced with Natalie and I watched. Natalie is nowhere near the wild woman I can be, so she did not move as sexually as I do when I dance. Matt, however, did not change his style and I licked my lips watching him. Clay also showed that he could shake what his mama gave him.

"I think my husband will be getting the benefits from that dance later." Ester said to me when she sat. 

"These boys are delicious." Natalie agreed.

We proceeded this way for about another hour. Natalie and Ester excused themselves to meet their husbands for dinner. I had a feeling that the husbands would be getting eaten before any food.

"I'm all alone so now you both need to dance with me!" I exclaimed and dragged both men to the dance floor.

I danced and twirled and teased both guys and soon the floor was crowded, forcing us together. Not that I complained. I was the inside of a sandwich with two delicious men as the bread. Matt pressed against my butt while I pressed my breasts into Clay. For the next song the positions were revered and I could feel both men getting hard, even though their jeans and my riding pants. The music stopped and we sat down to our drinks. 

"You know" Matt said. "The nice thing about the isolated ranch where we live is, well, ya can grow some fine weed on it for your own use.

"That is true." Clay agreed. "And we brought some along with us."

"I love to get high!" I exclaimed. That was true. I really enjoy getting baked and, well sex when your high is the BEST!

"Where are you boys staying?" I asked. 

"Oh we're in a trailed by the stock yard." Clay said.

"We gotta keep it cheap." Matt added.

"Do you have it with you? 'Cause I'm just across the street." I asked.

It turned out they did have it in their pockets so we headed across the street, buying some wine on the way at the little store in the hotel lobby.

We opened the window of my room to keep the smell down and sat on the couch, me in the middle of these gorgeous men. Matt lit up and took a hit, then passed it to me. I smoked and passed it to Clay who took his share and gave it back to me. With this pattern I was doing two hits to every one of theirs and soon I was flying and drunk.

"I'm beginning to think you boys want to get me high and take advantage of me." I smiled at Matt.

"No Ma'am, but I think you'll enjoy this." 

He took a deep toke then leaned into me. I leaned toward him and opened my mouth. Matt blew the smoke deep into my lungs but I took advantage of that open mouth. Our tongues danced together and we kissed passionately. Clay and I did the same thing while Matt began to massage my shoulders from behind. 

We finished to joint but did not stop kissing. Each man was an accomplished kisser but different. Matt moved his lips and tongue like he danced, firmly and seductively. Clay was soft and tender. Soon I was melting with desire and we were ripping each other's clothes off. I did not exactly have my sensual underwear on, just a sports bra and cotton panties, but it did not matter. Matt had me out of my blouse and bra and was using his oh so talented mouth on my nipples. Clay got between my legs and pulled off my boots socks and jodhpurs and was licking up my thighs. He reached the top, parted my panted and dove into my dripping pussy.

"OOOOOOO YES! That is so good." I moaned, the feelings enhanced greatly by the quality weed we had smoked. "Fuck yes that is good!"

I pushed Matt back and ripped open his shirt. The nice thing about real western wear is the shirts have snaps and they open easily. God he was built! I kissed his muscular chest loving the feel of his power under my lips. 

Matt pushed me away and stripped off his pants and boots then approached me. He was wearing skin tight under armour bicycle briefs and those are oh sooo sexy. His cock was straining against it. I licked my lips and dropped the shorts. His cock sprang into my face and I immediately began to lick the shaft, teasing it with my tongue before I took it all down. Being high suppressed my normal gag and I was able to swallow it whole.

Clay still licked at my clit but then slid two fingers into me. God! I was so excited. He stroked inside of me twice and that was enough.

"OH! FUCK! OMIGOD!" I was coming and it was so good.

I wanted to reward Clay for his outstanding effort, so I moved so that my ass was up in the air.

"Fuck me Clay!"

He needed no further encouragement. He stripped off his clothes quickly and plunged his hardness into me. I continued to suck Matt's gorgeous cock. I was a chick o a spit and I loved it! I had fantasized about this since puberty but had never done two men at once. Why had I waited?

Clay soon had me rocking in orgasm again and I groaned and shuddered against him. He and Matt switched positions and Matt gently slid into me, slowly at first then faster while I took all of Clay's cock into my mouth, tasting myself and him at the same time. 

"OMIGOR!" I was coming again, then again. I lost track of the number of orgasms or the number of times the boys switched positions. After one of my orgasms I felt Clay, who was in my pussy begin to shudder. He pulled out his cock and squirted across my ass and back.

Matt exclaimed "Oh! Shit! GOD DAMIT!" and came hard. I tried to swallow some but it was too much and his cum splashed on my face and hair. 

We lay there for some time -- I'm not sure how long as I was still pretty high. I could feel the cum drying on me. It felt sticky and not very comfortable.

"Let me take a shower boys" I said, kissing them both and going to the bathroom.

The warm water felt wonderful as being stoned enhanced every sensation. I washed the cum from my hair and my body then dried off and put o a sexy silk bathrobe. I should add that no amount of drying could keep me from still being wet. The pheromones in the robe guaranteed that. 

Clay lay on the couch snoring, a large bruise forming on his hip leg and thigh where he landed when he was thrown by the horse. That would hurt n the morning. Matt lay naked on the bed smiling at me. His limp cock look so yummy as it lay across his muscular thighs. I began to crawl up the bed licking and kissing as I went.

"That looks good enough to eat. I want seconds." I purred.

"You are insatiable, aren't you?" Matt said quietly, not wanting to wake Clay.

"Are you complaining?"

"Not at all."

By then I had reached his cock and stroked it with my hand. It began to grow hard and I kissed the tip and licked the shaft. Then I felt a very familiar sensation start at the base of my spine. My eyes went out of focus for an instant and I knew... Matt is an incubus, just like my husband. Of course, at that point I really did not care. All I cared about was fucking this man hard.

I took his whole shaft in my mouth and teased with my tongue. I touched my clit. I was dripping wet and getting wetter as I rubbed it, moaning o the shaft. Matt touched my hair and I came hard moaning on his shaft.

"I am going to ride you cowboy. Buck like a bronc!" I said as the pleasure subsided. I climbed on top of his cock and lowered my pussy onto it. He grabbed my ass and bucked up at the same time.

"OH FUCK YES! OMIGOD YES!" I cried as I rode him. In retrospect, it is hard to believe Clay slept through the noise. The person in the room next door was banging o the wall and telling us to be quiet but I did not care. The pope could have been saying a solumn high mass with the entire college of cardinals acting as altar boys and I would have kept yelling and screaming as I came again and again.

After what must have been 30 minutes Matt bucked up again. 

Yelling "Oh Fuck yes!", Matt came inside me. I rode him and pumped him with my pussy, pulling out ever drop, then collapsed onto his chest panting.

"You are an incubus." I asserted as my breath came back.

Matt startled. "Yes, how did you know?"

"I'm married to one. That is why I was so horny today. His pheromones are soaked into every stich of clothing I have with me. "

"Ohh." Matt considered for a moment. "We really are not supposed to go after each other's significant others Had I known I would have avoided you."

"I will not tell. It was so good." I kissed him.

"Cool, cause feeding on the same people can get dull after a bi. Sort of like always having prime rib for dinner. Sooner or later you want some sushi." Matt explained. "I mean I bet it felt different, that energy spark when you come? Like the difference between say, chocolate and strawberry ice cream? Both are good, but variety is best."

Now that I thought about it, it did feel different and I could feel my body responding differently, like the feeling when you change an exercise for the same body part. It reacts differently.

"So, if...." I was thinking out loud, "if we bring I different people both of us will get something more and different out of it."

Matt lit another joint, took a hit and passed it to me.

"Yes." He said as he exhaled. "The same way different food provides different nutrition. You feel only a shadow of what we feel when we feed."

"So my husband being loyal to me?"

"Is a remarkable thing." Matt ended my sentence.

We shared a joint which, of course, got me hot again. We made slow sensual love several more times through the night. When I awoke the next morning, late, both Matt and Clay were gone. Matt had left a note.

"You were the best! Thank you for a great time and think about what different flavors can bring to your relationship with your husband."

I would indeed consider it.



An Accidental Love God Ch. 10.3



Bernie's Big Day

While my wife was off having her adventures at the rodeo, I was entertaining my business guest, Bernard Gui, another day. I had gotten up early this Saturday - easy for me as I had not gotten particularly drunk and the energy I get from being an incubus does wonders for preventing hangovers. "Little" Hector – all 6 foot 3 inches of him – was home from college and helping his mother by preparing a simple breakfast for us. His mother made wonderful breakfast rolls from an old Mexican recipe and I was nibbling one and sipping coffee when a bleary eyed Bernard came down. He flopped into a chair and Hector placed coffee and rolls in front of him.

I put down my Wall Street Journal Weekend.

"Well you look like 10 miles of bad road. Party some last night?"

"Let's just say your staff really knows how to treat a guest." Bernie smiled in a "nudge-nudge say no more" fashion. 

We exchanged a few pleasantries and discussed what was on tap for the day. One of my staff members, Tee, is a great skier and would be giving Bernie lessons today. He was only an occasional skier who stuck to the green and blue slopes, though he fancied himself an expert. By Texas standards he might be, but here in the mountains you learn humility. There is always someone who can do a ski line that you think of as suicidal. I did not want Bernie anywhere near the double black diamonds I would do this day. It would kill him. Nevertheless, I let him brag as we planned getting him rental equipment and meeting up with Tee.

"Business before pleasure though, Bernie. My staff has been looking forward to celebrating our contract. They have quite a party planned for when you sign. Should I tell them to plan it for tonight?"

"As good as last night?" Bernie asked with a wild glint in his eyes,

"By our standards, last night was not a party. It was a casual social occasion."

"Not that this party influences my decision" Bernie lied, "but I have reviewed the contract and we are ready to sign it."

"CHA-CHING!!!!" I thought.

"Well that is wonderful news." I turned to the kitchen and continued. "Hey Hector! Can you bring me the folder from my desk with Mr. Gui's name on it?"

"Si Jeffe" came his response.

Hector placed the folder in front of me and I handed the contract and the pen to Bernie. He signed it while giving Hector's back a dirty look as he left the room.

"He's Mexican?" Bernie asked.

I quickly placed the signed contract into its folder, wanting to seal the deal.

"I'll have Hector leave a copy of this in your room. Yeah, he's was born in Mexico. He has a green card and is studying physics at MIT. He's home for a school break. I'll tell ya, the kids a genius. His mom does a great job taking care of the house and his Dad is a natural when it comes to taking care of a ranch and horses."

"Well so long as they work... I just think Mexican are not good for American culture that's all."

My thoughts went wild. 

"This would have been the guy to put up the signs my own ancestors - who had immigrated to Boston from County Cork – would find "Help Wanted NINA". NINA stands for No Irish Need Apply!" 

"Second, I can remember when people thought that any Italian American was a member of the mob and Bernie, my friend, you are Italian American. In La Costa Nostra too?"

"Third you live in Texas for Christ sakes! You were once part of Mexico!"

I hid the thoughts and put on a bland smile. "They work hard and deserve a good life. But let's not spoil the fun for today. Tee is waiting for us at the slopes."

"You fucking racist pig" I thought but left unsaid.

I left instructions to call one of the better chefs in the resort area to cook for us and to have the ladies wear their special party outfits this evening. We got to the slopes and Tee met us at the equipment rental counter.

Most people, myself included, look awful in ski pants. I always think we look like we have a diaper with a full load underneath. Tee however, looks fantastic. Her firm butt fills the pants perfectly and a man just longs to ski behind her, just to watch her butt sway. Usually, however, we cannot keep up. Tee waxes all but the most accomplished skiers, male or female. Her shoulder length blonde hair was done in a French braid for skiing and she had taken off her outer layers while indoors, so her firm breasts were shown off by a tight ski turtle neck.

"Ok, follow me." Tee said after we exchanged introductions. 

"I'd follow that ass anywhere." Bernie quipped.

Tee flashed me a "what are you sticking me with here?" look. 

While Bernie was trying on ski boots, she said. "So what's up with this guy? He seems like a Texas asshole. If he pulled that line in a bar I'd pour my beer over his head." 

I made sure to touch Tee and communicate "cock tease him" through my pheromones. 

"Well, he is a Texas asshole." I said as I watched Tee's eyes glaze. We don't think much of Texans in the mountains.

I continued, "But he is a Texas asshole who just signed a huge deal and everyone involved will get a good bonus, so it'll be worth your while"

Tee smiled. "Good thing I like working for you. The bonus and the parties are good."

"Well we'll have one tonight so don't wear him out." I said.

After Bernie had rented his equipment and I paid for it, we had a brief moment alone. Bernie looked like a kid in a candy store as Tee walked into the ladies room to obey skiing's rule one: never pass up a chance to pee.

"Will she be at the party tonight?" Bernie asked.

"Yup, along with Jayne, Natsumi and Christine, who you have not met, and Collette will take care of serving us."

"Where do you find these fucking hot women?" he asked. "I love blondes and I love these hot Chinese chicks you find."

The fact that Natsumi is Japanese and Christine Vietnamese I let slide. 

"I interview all the qualified candidates and hire the best looking woman." I said, truthfully. "It is pretty easy up here as everyone comes here for the outdoors and stays in shape."

Tee gathered up Bernie who again made comments about skiing behind Tee's ass. The pheromones were working, however so Tee just laughed.

As they walked away I felt something stir in me.... A hunger. I wanted Tee. She "tasted" different then my wife when I touched her, like the difference between a good steak and a good pizza. Both are good in their own way. I brushed it off as just a normal guy thing with a good looking woman and headed for the slopes.

I met Tee and Bernie at one of the better restaurants on slope for a later lunch. It was very sunny, so we ate outside, lest my pheromones disrupt other dinners. I had my favorite waiter, male, of course, but that did not stop me from feeling the same hunger for Tee I felt earlier. What was even stranger is that I felt hunger for a number of women I could "taste" - the only word I could use to describe it. Tee was like a great steak. A waitress walked past – tasting of chocolate covered cherries to me. A blonde at the table next to me was apple pie while her red headed friend was a mellow single barrel bourbon. I was distracted and had a hard time following the conversation. Not that the conversation was anything profound as Bernie was on his third bloody mary and Tee was under the full bore influence of my pheromones. It was mostly a slurred

"You have the fucking nicest tits."

"Why thank you! You say the nicest things."

Like I said, hardly profound.

I called Tee aside as we got up to leave.

"Listen, keep him to the bunny slopes this afternoon. It would not do to have one of our biggest customers fuck up his knees."

"Got it boss. Safety first."

"That's my girl" I said to Tee, touching her face and pouring on the cock tease pheromones. Fuck! The taste of her! She is delicious.

"Listen, I need to make some phone calls about tonight." I said as Tee and Bernie suited up. "How about we wrap up and meet at the base in about 90 minutes? So we are not too tired for the party." 

"And so Bernie can sober up some" I thought.

I immediately got on my phone to Lauren McEvoy, my doctor, and the succubus who had enhanced my abilities accidently with a combination of injected testosterone and marijuana.

"Listen doc! I gotta big problem here." I explained how I could not taste women and I was like a fat guy at a Vegas buffet or an alcoholic let loose in a booze warehouse. I had to try it ALL!

"Look I love my wife! I don't want to cheat on her so long as we're alive but I cannot stop myself. I don't think I can go through life with just one taste."

"I know what you mean." Lauren said. "That's why I never married. Even if its' prime rib you get bored eating it all the time, right?"

"Well, yeah."

"Most of us work something out. Lots of us go on trips and binge indulge so our spouses don't find out. Our marriages are not just about sex. We can take care of that part of the relationship while feeding our beast what it needs."

"Our beast?" I asked.

"That's how I think of it sometimes. It becomes a bit of an insatiable monster."

We discussed this for a bit longer but reached the conclusion that I had no way around it. I am no longer human. I am a beast that preys on female orgasms. 

I went off to blast down some of the harder runs at the resort, hoping to push myself to exhaustion so I would be too tired to feed tonight. I wanted time to think about this. I still felt pretty fresh when I got to the base area and met Bernie and Tee. Bernie was now sober – exercise can do that.

"See you at the party tonight, Tee." I said as we parted. "Dress appropriately."

Tee smiled mischievously over her shoulder as she walked away.

"What did you mean by that?" Bernie asked, looking like a kid eyeing presents under the tree o Christmas Eve.

"Just that this should be a special occasion, and jeans and t-shirts would not fit the mood." I said.

Actually I leave nothing to chance. Each of the women would be wearing something that would show all her sexiest assets. This night would be the stuff Bernie's wet dreams were made of. 

When we got back to the ranch I started Bernie with a sauna, mostly so I could pour more pheromones into the heating ducts. I made sure that my sweaty long underwear and socks found their way into the heating systems air intake to spread those pheromones through the house. Bernie continued to ask questions about the women.

"So tell me about Christine."

"Well she's Vietnamese, long black hair. She rock climbs so she is really fit. No extra fat."

"Small tits then?" he asked

"Thought you were a leg and butt guy." I joked

"Well, yeah I am"

"Christine is very fit and that means good legs. " I chided him.

"What will she be wearing? How about Collette, Jayne and Natsumi?"

"Ahh, Bernie, let them have their surprise." I smiled.

"Kate won't be there?"

"Nope, she has something with her kids." I lied. She had done Bernie once and that was enough.

After the sauna we both cleaned up. I made sure I beat Bernie downstairs so I could give all of the women a final shot of pheromones. As expected they all looked ravishing.

Lauren was right. I did have a beast in me. I felt it raise its head and sniff around.

"Yum. Food!" It/I thought.

"Not now! You're on a diet!" I pushed the beast back down.

I fetched Bernie and brought him into our living room, where the ladies awaited us. Bernie's eyes popped out of his head as he took in the array of female beauty before him, all carefully selected based on what we had monitored of him at the Gentleman's clubs. I had selected each outfit.

Collette stood in front of him with a tray or champagne glasses. She was in a skin tight black stiletto dress and a simple blouse with a sweetheart neckline that showed off her very tight body. In the tradition of the French maid, she wore black mesh stockings and satin pumps with a very high heel. Should Bernie get to see underneath, she was also in a black lace demi cup bra and black boy short panties.

"Would Mousier like some champagne?" she purred in her Quebec accent. 

Bernie gapped for a moment, then sputtered, in a terrible accent, "oui mon cherry. And may I say enchante sinorita?"

"Only if you want to mix Spanish and French, you redneck" I thought.

Bernie's eyes next went to Jayne. She wore classic Texas "girly-girl" as my wife says, makeup and hair. The bigger the hair the closer to God, I guess. She wore a very tight, very short band aid club dress in a pattern of various shades of blue and glitter with matching 4 inch heels and black thigh hi seamed stockings. Underneath she would be wearing a really pretty blue lace teddy. 

I introduced Christine. She was in a red tight cocktail dress that clung to her very shapely legs and ass, ending at mid-thigh. The X back showed off her muscles, earned from rock climbing and the red lace push up bra pressed her cleavage up, making the most of what she had. She had on white thigh high stockings (you may have guessed I have a thing for leg lingerie) and red high heels. 

"You told me she had small tits!" Bernie exclaimed.

I blushed while Christine playfully slapped me.

"Boss! How dare you!" she said.

"Well when compared to Natsumi here...." I protested.

"But her's are fake." Christine replied.

Fake or not, it made no difference to me. Natsumi wore a red flowered dress with a plunging neckline that showed her marvelous cleavage, further enhanced by the red bra-slip. Thank you Victoria's Secret! The dress was pleated and went to mid-calf. She wore black boots with a 5 inch platform heel and black seamed stockings underneath.

"And say hello to Tee again Bernie." I said.

Tee was in a pink metallic halter mini dress. The top provided minimal coverage for her breasts while her ski toned butt and legs filled the dress perfectly. She wore shimmering white thigh high stockings and pink hi heels. 

"I'm in heaven" Bernie said.

"Thank you" the girls all responded at once. 

The doorbell rang and Collette answered it as we sipped champagne. 

"Mousier, Kate is here." She said when she returned. 

Kate had entered the room looking ravishing. She was wearing a black sequined band aid dress that clung to every curve, black stockings I assumed were thigh hi and black patent leather pumps. She was every inch of sophisticated sex kitten.

"What a surprise!" I exclaimed.

"I really wanted to party with you." Kate purred in my ear then, louder, "the kids stayed with their Dad so I could make it!"

"Great!" Bernie exclaimed. 

"Yummy!" my inner monster exclaimed.

"Quiet you!" I thought.

"Like my dress?" Kate spun. 

The dress clung to her lovely butt and showed off her fantastic legs. The cross hatched back showed her flawless skin down to her waist, so she was obviously not wearing a bra. 

"Yeah... yes." Bernie stammered.

"FUCK YEAH!" said the inner monster. 

Good thing only I could hear him.

"You show your usual good taste, Kate, as you all do" I added diplomatically.

We toasted to the contract then adjourned to the dining room where Collette served us all prime rib of bison from my neighbor's herd with a wonderful winter squash puree and local cherries in a pie for dessert. We drank a great deal of wine or champagne, as both were served. Jazz played in the background. I poured out the pheromones and the girls responded, cock teasing Bernie and flirting with me. Collette would make sure she pressed her lovely firm breasts against us whenever she served us and bend over and wiggle her ass whenever she had to fetch something. Natsumi sat across from Bernie and did everything possible to keep him fixed on her cleavage. Jayne and Christine sat on either side of Bernie and stroked and touched his arm and chest. Occasionally a hand would go under the table cloth to stroke his thigh or move higher and tease him. I saw them whisper in his ear as well.

Tee and Kate were doing everything possible to arouse my inner monster as they sat next to me. They rubbed my thigh, whispered dirty suggestions in my ear and flashed their legs to show off the tops of their stockings. 

As we finished Duke Ellington's "Jeeps Blues" came on. This is possibly one of the most erotic pieces of music ever written. 

"Please excuse me for a moment." Natsumi said rising.

She started heading to the bathroom but stopped just outside the room, where Bernie could see her and swayed to the music, twirling her dress. She then reached up and removed her thong panties and smiled at Bernie.

"They're just getting to wet to wear." She teased and went to the bathroom.

Bernie looked at me speechless.

One by one the girls each took up the challenge laid down by Natsumi, dancing and showing off as they excused themselves for the restroom. Kate treated the door-jam like a stripper pole. Tee popped a breast from her halter top, then covered it again. Jayne gave Bernie a deep kiss "goodbye" telling her she would think about him when she took off her panties and Christine gave the man a brief lap dance as she left.

Bernie was red and speechless at the end. 

"Collette, brandy and digestifs in the pool room, I think" I said as I rose.

We entered the pool room – more of my man cave actually - which had, of course, a pool table, as well as very comfortable leather chairs and couches a cigar humidor and...

"Are those stripper poles?" Bernie asked.

"Hmm, oh, those?" I said faking nonchalance. "My wife and the girls like to pole dance for exercise, so yeah. They seem to enjoy it." 

Collette served after dinner drinks as we chatted. Tee and Christine started a pool game, making sure they bent over the pool table in the most provocative way possible with every shot. I sipped my tequila and Bernie his bourbon. We both smoked cigars. Natsumi and Kate sat on either side of Bernie on the couch, Natsumi extending her legs over Bernie's lap. Jayne sat on the arm of my chair, extending her long lovely legs with cat like grace.

"Collette, time for you to join the party too." I said. "Get yourself a drink!"

Collette served herself a cognac and sat on the other arm of my chair, the mesh stockings her legs were encased in stretched before me, tempting me. It would be so easy to touch her and have her. I resisted while pouring out the "tease Bernie, get hot, fuck Bernie" impulses in my phermones.

"Do you know how fucking lucky you are!?" Bernie exclaimed.

"Why?" I answered.

"Every day you are surrounded by gorgeous women! You have a wife and staff who pole dance. That is so hot!"

"Well, except for my wife, you'll have my staff around lots too, now." 

Bernie's eyes lit up.

"Of course, we cannot party like this all the time. This is a reward for special occasions." I smiled.

He smiled back. Lots more business will be coming our way.

As instructed, Hector entered. Bernie looked at him with disdain, his hatred of Mexicans showing. I really don't like bigots and was beginning to have real disdain for Bernie. It would be a pleasure taking him for lots of money.

"Jefe, usted me dijo que viniera aquí y mentir acerca de los caballos"

"Yes I did tell you to come in here and lie about the horses Hector." I thought.

"Shit!" Really!" I said, winking at Hector." Bueno, eso me va a salir de este idiota"

I indicated to the jerk I would be getting away from, Bernie.

"What is he saying? Doesn't he speak English?" Bernie slurred. He was drunk now and the hate came out.

"Yes sir I do." Hector said.

"But it is easier to speak Spanish when we talk about the ranch. That way I know I am getting all the right details." I pitched in.

"Anyway," I continued, "There seems to be a problem with a horse I need to attend to that will require an emergency vet visit. I may be back but I want you to all party o while I am gone, ok?"

They all agreed as I went to everyone, hitting all the women with "fuck Bernie" pheromones as I left. The bigot had paid for it, after all and I wanted more of his cash. 




An Accidental Love God Ch. 10.3



Hector quietly took in all of the girls flirting with and teasing Bernie. 

"Son algunas perras locas jefe," Hector said, gesturing to the ladies.

"Yeah, but they're crazy in a good way, right Bernie?" I said gesturing to the women.

"Huh? Yeah!" he agreed after he brought his attention form Tee's ass, bent over the pool table. 

"Tú eres el diablo, Jefe."

"Like I keep telling you, mi amigo, just a minor demon." I laughed as we left.

"Mi casa es tu casa!" I shouted as I left.

"What'd he say?" I heard Bernie ask.

I'll let Christine take it from here.

Christine takes up the tale

The door shut behind the boss. I don't know what it is about that man, but whenever I'm around him I get so horny and right and there was one man for six women, all obviously having the same idea.

The boss had given me instructions in case he got called out. I was to start some specific music and really get the party started.

"I like jazz, but let's get something that really rocks!" I exclaimed. I went over to the music panel and selected a playlist that one of the DJ's at the gentleman's club put together. Danzig's "She Rides" came from the speakers and I turned them up.

"I love this song!" Kate exclaimed and stood and began dancing, grabbing the stripper pole and really working it.

Tee and Natsumi got up to dance with each other, putting on an incredibly erotic show. I was dancing, using a pool cue as a substitute stripper pole. Collette and Jayne sat next to Bernie, rubbing his thighs and kissing his neck and ears.

Bernie looked around the room with eyes as big as saucers. Tee and Natsumi were soon passionately kissing, pressing their bodies together. The sexual energy in the room was rising exponentially. 

Ke$ha came up next on the playlist, singing "Take it off"

Kate, Tee and Natsumi took that as a suggestion and began a strip. Kate continued to work the pole as she slid out of her dress into her panties and nylons. Tee and Natsumi were taking off each other's dresses and playing with their breasts and slapping butts.

I picked up on the theme and danced in front of Bernie, slipping off my dress and crawling towards him in my bra panties and thigh hi stockings, licking my lips.

Next up on the list was Faderhead, "Electosluts Extrordinaire" and "Dirtygrrls Dirtybois" played back to back.

I started to lap dance Bernie feeling his hard cock against my ass and very damp pussy. Collette and Jayne had removed their dresses and panties by this point and joined me in crawling all over Bernie, pressing our tits to his mouth and each other's mouth, touching ourselves and each other. Tee had wasted no time placing Natsumi over the pool table and licking her. Natsumi laid back on the pool table moaning in delight.

Kate strutted up to Collette. "I've wanted that pretty French face in my pussy ever since I saw you!" 

Collette obliged as Kate sat on the leather chair an spread her legs. Collette dove in, licking and sucking as Kate moaned in pleasure.

I kissed Bernie hard. "I want that fucking cock right now!"

"So do I!" Jayne said.

We both got on our knees and pulled off Bernie's pants taking turns sucking his cock. 

"Me first!" Jayne said and climber on Bernie in a reverse cowgirl, opening her legs so I had a perfect view of his cock going in and out and her lovely clit.

I dove in, teasing Jayne's clit with my tongue and occasionally licking Bernie's shaft

"OH FUCK I'M COMING!" I heard from Natsumi. "OMIGOD! YES!"

"SHIT! ME TOO!" echoed Kate "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES!"

"Just like that. Yes like that" Jayne begged and soon she too was shuddering with orgasm.

Now it was the turn for me, Collette and Tee. We all reversed positions and we were soon all moaning in pleasure. I had a view of everyone as I bounced on Bernie's cock. Jayne licked at my pussy so well and I moaned with desire.

"More! Fuck yeah! Like that!"

Collette was moaning in French. I did not understand her while Tee just moaned indicating pleasure.

Soon I was lost in my world, closing my eyes and concentrating on my pussy.

"FUCK YEAH!" I exploded with an orgasm. 

Tee moaned loudly as she came.

Natsumi, finished with Tee came over to Bernie. "Let me ride that thing."

I got off and Natsumi got on, facing Bernie and pressing her tits to his mouth. Bernie sucked them with delight.

Jayne and Tee joined together in a 69 while I joined Collette and Kate, sinking my pussy onto Collette's hungry mouth while Kate continued to lick her and finger her pussy.

The room was filled with the cries and moans of pleasure.

"Fuck I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!" Bernie exclaimed. 

All of us wanted some of that. Natsumi climbed off as Tee, Kate and I knelt before Bernie, taking turns licking and sucking his cock.

"OH FUCK YEAH!" he bellowed and sprayed his load, mostly on Tee's tits. 

I helped Natsumi lick it off Tee's tits. 

Bernie lay back panting. All of us wanted more cock so we each took turns trying to get Bernie hard again, to no effect. He was pretty drunk and tired. He lay back and watched us as we gave up and paired up, licking and sucking each other to another orgasm each. 

We all lay panting, glancing at a dozing Bernie.

"Fuck I need more!" Kate exclaimed. "I need a cock."

"Me too." Tee echoed.

Jayne and Collette indicated they'd be happy with each other or getting Bernie up. 

"Let's go find the boss." Natsumi said.

"He told me he'd be in the barn office if we needed him." I said.

We dressed to stay warm as we walked the sort distance to the barn, leaving Jayne and Collette pleasuring each other on the leather chair. I heard later Bernie woke up and had them both as well.

In The Office

I sat in my sanctuary, the barn office smoking a cigar, sipping anejo tequila and thinking about how to stay loyal to my wife. The need to go back and fuck all 6 of the women currently partying with Bernie was overwhelming. The more I got to know Bernie the less I liked him did not help. He is a bigot and a slob with delusions of grandeur. Nevertheless, he was also the man who signed our biggest contract to date, and the way to keep him happy was booze and women, so that is what he would get. 

"What to do about the girls?" I muttered. I could lay them off and hire guys, just to remove the temptation, but I genuinely liked these women and they did top work. They were phenomenally loyal too. Some of that was pheromone induced but not all of it. I would just need to be strong and resist, and stay true to my wife. I felt strong in my resolve when they walked in. The resolve immediately crumbled.

The girls did not bother to knock when they came into my private sanctuary, the office in the barn. Kate came in first and was ... exhibiting leadership skills I suppose. All four were back in the outfits I had specifically chosen because they were such a turn on.... For me in particular. Before I could stop myself the monster took control of my body. Pheromones poured off me, screaming "Come here and fuck me!"

"Hey boss!" she said. "We thought you'd be lonely."

She sat on the arm of my chair and pined my arm so it could not move. Tee did the same on the other arm on my chair, holding my arm down. Kate removed the drink from my hand.

"Yes! The night is young!" Tee continued.

Christine sat at my feet, pining my ankles to the chair's legs 

"And Bernie fell asleep and we wanted company!" Christine added.

Natsumi sat on my lap, saying "This kind of company!"

Natsumi kissed me deeply, plunging her tongue into my mouth. My cock immediately responded and Natsumi ground down on my hardness.

"Someone is happy to see us!" she giggled. 

I could not stop myself. "Girls we are gonna have one wild time!" 

I turned and pulled Kate's face to mne, kissing her deeply then did the same with Tee. 

"Christine! I want to taste those lips." I commanded.

Christine was happy to obliged and positioned herself so that our tongues could tango. Each woman had a different flavor. Kate tasted rich and earthy, like good Irish whiskey. Tee was sweet like a creamy Dutch chocolate. Natsumi was subtle and light, like good sake and sushi, all layers and texture. Christine was spicy, all ginger and lemon grass and sugar cane. They all were different from my wife who had an all American steak flavor. I wanted... I needed to devour it all.

First course was Kate. I knew she had no bra soI slipped her dress down to expose her breasts before sucking and bighting them gently.

"OOOO Boss! That is so good." She moaned. The other ladies were all getting semi naked. Sex with lingerie on is so hot, I think. 

Natsumi was out of her dress and bra and had wrapped my cock between her wonderful tits, while Christine licked the tip as it popped out. Tee was out of her dress and was getting Kate out of hers as well, stopping to caress Kate's dripping pussy as she did so.

"You all want more cock huh?" I said.

Various permutations of "God yes!" returned to me. 

The girls helped me out of the rest of my clothes, kissing my chest and back and teasing me with their tongues.

"Kate first!" I said.

I sat back on my chair and Kate mounted me reverse cowboy. Tee and Natsumi took turned licking her clit while Christine kissed me deeply and I caressed Christine's clit. 

"OH! FUCK! OMIGOD!" Kate bucked against me as she came. 

"Your turn Natsumi"

Natsumi sat on me and plunged her tits into my mouth. I could feel someone, Tee I think, slide a finger into her ass. I could not see Kate or Christine but I could hear additional moans of pleasure. I slapped Natsumi's ass think "COME!"

"UHHHHHHHH HUUUUHHHHHH!" she moaned as she rocked with her orgasm.

"Christine's turn!" I said.

I stood and positioned Christine bent over the desk so I could enter her from behind and see her glorious ass. The ginger and space! God it tasted so good! Tee got between Christine's legs and licked her pussy. Christine moaned and bucked against me as I teased her, building her to a huge orgasm. Occasionally I would feed my cock to Tee and let her taste Christine's juices on my cock. 

"Oh please! I need to cum!" Christine was begging.

"Since you said please..." I plunged into her faster and thought "Come!" 

Tee was licking her hard and Christine was screaming loud "FUCK! YES! GOD MORE!"

I had not meant to but she came three times from that effort. 

"Tee my lovely, lay on the desk."

I spread Tee's lovely firm legs and rested her ankles against my shoulders, feeling her stockings against my chest. She was the dessert for me, sooo sweet!  

I banged into her hard and fast while Kate licked her pussy. Even I was moaning now.

"Fuck you are so sweet Tee! You all are so fucking wonderful! Yes!"

I let loose the pheromones that soon had Tee bucking against me with an orgasm. Her contractions felt so good but I held back.

"My turn now!" 

All four women knelt before me and I fed my cock to each in turn, letting them suck it and lick it. Each style was different and wonderful in its own way. Natsumi took me all the way down. Tee licked the shaft while Kate would tease the head. Christine took me down about half way but moaned and used her tongue. That sent me over the edge and I sprayed my cum all down Christine's throat and then over the girls. They licked at if greedily, like a porn movie. It was wonderful. 

"We need to get Collette and Jayne and continue this party." I said.

We dressed again to head back to the ranch house. While we had partied Jayne and Collette had managed to get Bernie to his bedroom and fucked him again. They were coming out of his room when we arrived, Jayne in a bra and thigh high stockings and Collette in her mesh nylons and high heels.

"Yes! More party!" Jayne said. "Should I get dressed?"

"I do not think that would be necessary. Do you agree Collette?" I said

"Oui"

All of us went back to the pool room. I wanted to sample both Collette and Jayne. Like I said, I was the fat guy at the Vegas buffet tonight.

I sat on the couch while both women busied themselves sucking my cock. It sprang to life again, hard as a rock. 

Collette had this wonderful way of teasingjust under the head with her tongue that was so good. Jayne was less subtle, taking it all the way down her throat and practically gagging. The other ladies were all busy pleasing each other. They moved and switched partners with abandon, licking and sucking whatever came close. Soon they were all moaning with orgasms and pleasure.

"Collette, get up here and let me lick that pussy!" I ordered.

She stood o the couch and pushed her vagina to my face. She was complex and fruity, like a fine Burgundy. Jayne took advantage and rode my cock, bucking herself to orgasm and crying with delight.

Collette was crying out. "Oui! Oui!" and soon was shuddering with her own orgasm. 

Jayne's orgasm tasted like a sweet bar-b-que sauce, all full of smoke and sugar. 

I had to fuck Collette.

"I've always wanted your pussy!" I said to her. 

Collette was feather light in my arms as I picked her up and placed her on the pool table. I placed her legs on my chest, loving the feel of those mesh stockings. Jayne positioned herself to lick Collette's clit as I fucked her. Collette was soon coming from all the attention, crying out in French. I could feel myself close as well. I brought Collette off one more time then offered my cock to Jayne, who licked it greedily. I let loose my own orgasm, shooting down her throat.

I spent the rest of the night moving between the women, fucking them, bringing them off and feeding on the energy of their orgasm. Around 4 AM they were all asleep but I felt like I would burst with the energy, so I ate and early breakfast and did some work.

I was eating a brunch that Maria had prepared and reading the Sunday paper when Bernie came down.

"Well, well, well! Look what the cat dragged in." I laughed.

Hector placed coffee and a breakfast of pancakes and bacon I front of Bernie, who barely acknowledged it as he chugged his juice and water.

"More water please." He said.

"Yes sir." I had told Hector to stick to English.

Bernie drank the better part of a large pitcher before he finally spoke. 

"That feels better" he said and he started in on his pancakes.

The ladies were still sleeping off last nights party.

"Should I have Hector bring the ladies down? I'm sure some of them would love to see you before you go today."

"No!" I was surprised by the strength of Bernie's response.

"Today is the Lord's day and I need to repent from all the sins of last night" he continued.

"Sorry? I don't understand"

"Normally I'd be in church today." Bernie said. "God forgives the sins of the faithful and so long as I go to him, through his son Jesus, I will be carried up in the rapture!"

"Oh, ok. Not something I got in Catholic school" I said.

"So long as you are faithful through Jesus, you will be saved." He said. "That's why I give 10% of my income or whatever I spent on sin that week to my church or to groups that spread his word, like Focus on Family"

Bernie went on to list many right wing religious organizations that were listed as hate groups because of their stands on homosexuality. He also listed many groups that had tried to shut down the Gentleman's clubs I owned in Dallas.

"Bernie, those groups want to shut down the clubs you and I go to when I'm in Dallas. I know you go there with Paul too. What will we do for fun if they succeed?"

"Sophisticated men like us will always be able to find entertainment." He said. "Women love me after all."

"Yeah right. And the hundreds you spend on lap dances has nothing to do with it." I thought.

I am saved. I'll be carried up in the rapture, but what about others? We need to make this a Christian nation again. We need to rid the nation of Buddha worshipers and Muslims and Jews and get back to our Christian roots. They can stay here. I believe in the First Amendmendment! But they need to know that this is a Christian Country and our laws should enforce that."

"Your living up to your namesake" I thought.

"OK, so prayer in public schools?" I asked.

"Of course"

"Make people go to church Sunday?"

"Yes"

"Stone women in adultery?"

He chuckled. "Well, not your staff. And not stoning, of course. But they are temptresses and we need to keep men from sin"

I could feel myself getting sick. This guy would turn us into a theocracy, an American Taliban. 

I could ot wait to get rid of this asshole. After breakfast, I drove him to the airport, happy to see the back of him and went back to my den to consider my next step.



An Accidental Love God Ch. 10



"Fuck what an ass she has!" he yelled as Kate left the room with some dirty dishes. Jayne and Natsumi laughed.

I had some blues going in the background. Jayne began singing with Ronnie Earl "You're a Bad Boy!" and pointed at Bernie. 

By pre-arranged signal Jayne and Natsumi excused themselves. I wanted this to build for Bernie so he would definitely sign tomorrow.

Bernie showed some disappointment.

"Tomorrow I plan on throwing a real party., that is, assuming you sign" I said. "Today you just got a taste of the ... of how we treat key people at our clients."

"I think we will be doing business tomorrow" Bernie said.

"Great!" I turned to Kate and touched her arm. "Please bring Bernie a night cap and provide anything else he might desire tonight."

I smiled at Bernie. "We have an early ski day tomorrow. Kate will see to your further needs."

Bernie went upstairs and I left for my room. As I passed I could hear Jayne and Natsumi moaning in pleasure in Natsumi's room. I was glad they enjoyed each other's company. 



Kate's Story

I have no idea why I was so hot for Bernie. He was nothing to look at.  His pot belly hung over his belt and he practically drooled over me. He made comments to me that would get another man slapped. Yet...

It had to be the fact that I had been without a guy since the divorce. It is hard to have a sex life with two pre-teen kids.

I prepared a brandy and brought it upstairs. I knocked on Bernies door and entered when he answered. He was in a pair of boxers and dark socks when I entered. This was not a look most women find attractive, yet I got even hotter.

"Here is your brandy sir. Is there anything else that would please you?" I said in my sexiest voice.

Bernie walked to a leather chair, sat and considered me for a moment.   

"What would please me..." he slurred a bit drunkenly, "would be to watch you strip off that skirt and shirt and panties, then have you suck on my cock."

Again, a statement that would get most guys slapped and yet... that is exactly what I wanted to do.

I turned on the room's stereo to some hot techno. Dead Maus pounded out as I danced and slipped off my skirt. The shirt tail covered my ass as I bent over to reveal my lace boy short panties. I took off my tie and slowly unbuttoned my blouse as I strutted toward Bernie in his chair. He stared at me, stunned.

"Don't you like this?" I asked.

"I love it"

"Good" I pulled off my shirt and sat in his lap, pressing my tits to his face. I pooped a nipple from my demi-cup bra and pushed it between his lips. He immediately began to suck it. I took my shoulder length red hair out from the bun and shook it out, smacking his head with it. 

I could feel Bernie's hard cock against me. God it felt so good to be with a man after so many months, even if it was this unattractive guy. It felt so sexy to be desired by a man, even this man.

I moaned in pleasure and guided his hand to my wet slit. He immediately began to play with my clit roughly. Normally I prefer a gentle touch but even this ... God it was good.

"Oh sir! Oh Yes! OH! OH! OH FUCK!" I came. I had not come from someone's fingers other than my own in a very long time. 

"You are so fucking hot!"Bernie said

"Yes and now sir, I'll continue your order."

I got between his legs and pulled his cock from his boxers. His fat covered a good deal of the length (another reason to loose weight guys!) but I was not very good at deep throating. His length was about the most I could handle. I took his cock into my mouth, bobbing my head and sucking while I continued to play with my pussy. I moaned in pleasure as I took it down, then began to lick the shaft and tease the head.

"You're a fucking tease! You know that!"  Bernie said.

"Oh yes sir. But I please too. May I fuck you now?"

"Oh yeah baby ride me."

I straddled Bernie and plunged my wet pussy onto his cock. Riding it, I leaned back so I could reach my clit and rubbed it while I fucked him faster and faster.

"OH YES! HARDER! GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  I screamed in my orgasm. God this wsa so hot.

I got off of him and turned so I rode him in a reverse cowgirl, giving me better access to my clit. I rubbed it gently and was soon moaning in another orgasm. Without the visual of his fat body, just the feeling on my clit and pussy it was even better.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOO OMIGOD!" I came again and this sent Bernie over the top. I felt sexy dirty, like a porn star. I got off him and licked our mixed cum from his cock, letting it drip on my tits. I kept sucking hoping to get him hard again. I wanted more. 

"I may need a few moments." Bernie said.

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash the come off me. Bernie stumbled to the bed. When I came back he was snoring in a deep sleep.

It was only 10:00, my kids were at their father's for the weekend and I knew of a few open bars. I headed out into the night to find a better man.



An Accidental Love God Ch. 11



Chapter 11: Happily Ever After

Bernie may have signed a contract that would make me and the Incubus and Succubus community a fortune, but the man was the most dangerous sort of human we face. He is bigoted, self-righteous hypocritical and convinced God is on his side. He is the same sort of person who burned us at the stake in the inquisition and persecuted people like Malcolm during the Jim Crow years. Our work had made the man rich so I had no problem with taking him down. The fact that he was going to our Gentleman's clubs on expense account or our nickel then donating whatever he -- well stole is the right word -- from his company to hate groups was the last straw. 

It was actually rather easy to take Bernie down. His company did random audits of expenses. It was easy to arrange for Bernie's expense to our clubs to randomly appear on an auditors desk. The charges came through with DB Enterprises, Inc., the DG standing for Don Giovanni, the great rake. Our phone numbers also appeared with the charge. I heard about the call from the auditor.

Manager: "Hello Sophisticated Ladies"

Auditor: "You mean Sophisticated Ladies the club by the Galleria?"

Manager: "There's only one, finest Gentleman's Club and best looking women on the planet. How can I help you?"

The auditor hung up at that point.

The next step was also easy and one we had done many times before. We simply brought a succubus in to work with Bernie's company. She poured on the pheromones whenever Bernie was in the room and almost instantly Bernie was making all sorts of rude comments about the women around him. He made cracks about their breasts, their ass, how fine they would be in bed and became a poster child for sexual harassment. Within a week security camera caught him trying to force himself on our succubus plant. She kneed him in the balls and he was marched out of the office that day in handcuffs for attempted sexual assault. 

Bye, Bye Bernie.

A more difficult issue was how I would deal with my wife. I was sitting in my office smoking a cigar when she got back from her trip. She bounced into my office.

"I thought I'd find you here" she said kissing me hello. "How was business this weekend?"

"Well I made a fortune and found out Bernie is a complete shit." I said. How about you?"

"Got eliminated in the first round. Not a surprise, then went out and partied with the girls."

We exchanged the typical husband wife small talk for a awhile and I tried to figure out how to raise the issue of my love for her and my need to feed.

"Listen we need to clean up some, Melisa is coming for dinner."she announced.

"So much for a heart to heart tonight. And this will be a problem." I thought. Melissa was a small very shapely brunette with an incredible body and very pretty face. I had been drawn to her from before I knew I was not human but an incubus. Now, I was not sure I could resist the urge to feed. 

"You look worried. It is just Melisa and a simple dinner" my wife said giving me a wicked smile.

I showered and changed into jeans and a decent shirt and put some steaks o the grill. My wife came down with one of her more tempting outfits on. She wore a short denim skirt and a red blouse that highlighted her now very firm and perky breasts. The red high heels showed of her wonderful legs.

"Thought you said this was casual. "I said.

"Well casual and tempting too." She smiled. "And there's the door. Must be Melisa."

She hurried off before I could ask her to switch to pants. The hunger grew as I watched her ass sway out of the kitchen.

It looked like Melisa had gotten to word on temptation as well. She wore a stiletto leather skirt with thigh his matching leather boots and mesh stockings underneath. She wore a white blouse and a tie, a look I find very sexy. Her long dark hair was up in a bun. 

"I cannot feed in front of my wife!" I thought. Nevertheless the pheromones poured off me. It was a spontaneous reaction to two women I find very desirable.

Dinner turned into an exercise in cock teasing me as I fought the desire to take both women right there on the dining room table. 

We moved to the pool room / man cave for an after dinner drink.

"I met these guys from Montana at the horse show." My wie announced. "They grow some great weed on their ranch and gave me some." 

She produced a bag of weed and a bong from behind the bar.

Shall we?" she asked

"Oh hell yes!" exclaimed Melisa.

My wife and I usually do not share marijuana with guests, as it makes my wife and I both incredibly horny. It was impossible to say no, however.

We lit a bowl and passed it around. It was, indeed, very good stuff. My wife and Melisa would intake some smoke, then blow it into each other's mouths. Their tongues would dance together as they did this. My pheromones went into overdrive. The weed and the show had me oozing control. 

"Different music I think." My wife said when we had finished.

She selected a playlist developed by one of my club's DJs. It was labeled "classic stripper tunes."

Motley Crue banged out "Girls, Girls Girls". You cannot get anymore classic stripper than that. My wife danced over to the stripper pole and used it for its intended purpose, dancing and spinning around it. Melisa moved over and sat on the arm of my chair.

"She is so fucking hot, your wife." She whispered to me.

My wife was smiling at us and I began to suspect something was up.

"You know" Melisa continued, "She tells me you are the best fuck on the planet. She says she has multiple orgasms every time you do it and that they are the best. Is that true?"

I stammered." What?"

Melisa smiled. "I'd love to find out if that were true. And I'd love to do your wife too. She is so hot."

"I thought you were strait."

"I prefer men, but a good woman every now and then is fun." she said. "Let me try that pole!"

Melisa got up and began to dance, bending over so that her tight leather dress showed off her marvelous ass. My wife sat on my lap and ground down on my growning erection.

"Someone is happy to see me." She said.

"Listen babe, we ... I mean this is going places we may not want it to go."

"Actually love of my life, it is going exactly where I want it to go."

I looked at my wife, shocked.

"I know how hard it is for you not to feed on another woman." My wife said. "You have shown great restraint and I love you for it. But we cannot deny your nature and, well, so long as you are this way I might as well enjoy it too."

With that she kissed me deeply and joined Melissa at the pole. Soon they too were kissing each other and stripping off their clothes. My wife was down to a red bra slip and her high heels. Melisa had been stripped to a black lace bra, thong, black mesh stockings and her wonderful sexy thigh his boots.

They both turned to me and waved for me to stand. They both danced around me, making a me sandwich. My wife ground her breasts into my back while Melisa pressed her ass into my crotch.

I went with the flow, touching them both and pouring out the pheromones. Melisa's eyes went glassy for an instant then she jumped me, kissing me deeply. Both women tore off my clothes and began to suck my cock. I relished the familiar flavor of my wife and the apple pie and ice cream flavors of Melisa. 

"Guests first." My wife suggested.

I lay Melisa across the couch and got in my favorite position placing on my shoulders while I plunged into her. This gave my wife access to play with her clit and suck her tits. 

"Oh fuck! Oh yes! O GOD IT'S THE BEST!" Melisa cried as she came the first time. I loved the feel of her leather against my skin so I kept fucking her hard and she came again.

Now it was my wife's turn. She rode me reverse cowgirl while Melisa licked her pussy. I slapped her ass and thought "Come!" Instantly she was crying out and bucking on top of me with an orgasm. Again and again I did this and she came again and again.

"Your turn again Melisa" I bent her over the pool table and entered her from behind, watching her oh so sexy ass bounce as I did. I slapped her ass and thought "Come!' and she screamed in orgasm. My wife was kissing me deeply as I did this, slapping Melisa's ass and sending her to orgasm while I played with my wife's clit and had her cum.

I was feasting but could not last. My wife could tell I was ready to blow and she got on her knees, taking my cock from Melisa's pussy and sucking it. Melisa joined her and soon I was shooting my cum over their chests.

The ladies went to the bathroom. We lit another bowl of weed and passed it around when they came back.

"Fuck I want more!" Melisa said.

"Me too" said my wife.

The ladies positioned themselves to suck me to hardness again then lay me across the couch. Melisa planted her lovely vagina on my face and I began licking her clit. My wife rode my cock. Both women took turns licking and biting the other's breasts between orgasms.

They switched positions and Melisa rode my cock while I tasted my wife's juices. I was covered in their wetness and feeding with abandon, bringing them off again and again. 

"GONNA CUM!" I said, muffled by my wife's body/ I bucked up and shot a load into Melisa as her pussy contracted on my cock. God she was tasty. 

We adjourned to the bedroom and spent hours in every position imaginable. I took a break while the ladies did each other with my wife's vibrators. It was quite a show. Then I did them each separately while the other watched.

Around 4 AM the humans were too tired for more and I adjourned to my study again, full of the energy.

At around 10 AM Melisa came down in my wife's silk bathrobe.

"She's still asleep" Melisa answered my unasked question about my wife. "And I think you need some pussy for breakfast" 

She straddled my chair and pressed her pussy to my face. I dove in, licking her clit and placing two fingers into her wetness.

"Oh! FUCK YES!" She came.

She pulled down my pants and straddled my hard cock, grinding herself down and fucking me hard.

"OMIGOD YES! IT IS TRUE!" she cried as she came again. " I wanted to make sure it was not just the weed" she paned after she same. "You are the best!"

With that she began fucking me fast and hard, crying out with orgasm again and again. 

Her fifth orgasm sent me over the edge and I shot into her while her pussy pumped me dry.

"Your wife is so fucking lucky" she panted.

"I am" came my wife's voice from the door. "And I think we'll need to party like this more often."

Epilogue

So my wife has accepted that I am another species and we party like that often. Sometimes with Melisa or another woman we know, sometimes with a tourist we meet in a bar and seduce. It is always great and I am now one of the best fed incubus around.