This was my contribution to lost’s writing event in March 2006. I’d like to thank Archibael for his indirect inspiration.
This is a jrparz@hotmail.com copyright dated April 2006.
Brooke never saw a more mismatched couple in all her life. Mr. Wells appeared to be in his late twenties and only slightly above average looking while Mrs. Wells, on the other hand, was one of the loveliest girls she had ever seen. In fact, the girl was absolutely breath-taking, possessing long flowing blonde hair and a very shapely beautiful body. She couldn’t help wonder what it was that Mrs. Wells saw in her husband.
“I’m Attorney Brooke Adrian and I’m pleased to meet you,” she greeted them.
“I assure you, the pleasure is ours… and please, call me Drake, and this is my wife, Jillian.”
Brooke smiled as they exchanged pleasantries and then she ushered them over to the couch. She sat directly across from them in a chair.
“Now, what can I do for you?” she asked, noting with amusement at how clingy Jillian appeared to be towards her husband.
“I know your time is important, so I’ll get right to the point. I would like to recruit you.”
“Recruit me…? I don’t follow you.”
“I’m seriously considering starting up a business and my wife pointed out that I should first obtain a loyal, totally devoted, extremely attractive attorney… and you, Brooke, meet my criteria.”
Brooke’s eyes lit up in shock. She had heard a lot in things in her profession but this was a first. She glanced over at Jillian and was further shocked at the look Jillian was giving her. The girl was actually checking her out!
“Mr. Wells, you’re right. My time is very important, and might I add very expensive and very limited. I’m inclined to believe that you are wasting both our time.”
“Please, Brooke, bear with me. I paid good money up front to obtain your precious time and what I have to say won’t take but a few minutes.”
Brooke sighed and decided why not… it may add to the story she got to share later.
Mr. Wells pulled out a small vial from his jacket pocket.
“Are you looking to patent a new cologne?”
Mr. Wells smiled as he unscrewed the cap. Then he dabbed some on his wrist and extended his hand out to her. Of course she could smell the aroma.
“Look, Mr. Wells. You really have the wrong lawyer if…”
Suddenly she stopped talking. The aroma was rather pleasant and without consciously realizing it, she was leaning closer in order to breathe in the scent. It was then that she started to feel a rush of heat flooding her groin.
“I’m what you might call a bio-chemist wannabe. I love to experiment with various chemicals and wouldn’t you know it… I stumbled upon the first ever female aphrodisiac.”
“You’re crazy… there’s no such thing,” she quickly responded, trying to ignore the feelings coursing through her body.
“Mind you… my formula isn’t your run-of-the-mill aphrodisiac. If there is such a thing… nope… my formula affects the girl permanently.”
Brooke felt her breathing become more labored and a tightness in her breasts. Her nipples must have been rock hard given how sensitive they felt. She also knew that she was moist inside her panties.
“The formula is quite harmless by itself, but once it has been placed onto the skin of another human being it creates a powerful pheromone that seals the fate of any girl that breathes it in.”
“I want you to leave,” she told the man, fuming. She knew her body well enough to know that this man did do something to her, and she was going to make sure she sued him for every penny he had.
“Before I go, I need you to be aware of the three stages… this way you can’t accuse me of letting you suffer. The first stage has already started… as it induces sexual arousal. Please note that your arousal will increase cumulatively. Eventually, you will be forced to seek self gratification either by using your fingers or with a toy. But no matter how much you masturbate, no matter how many times you cum, you will come to realize that self pleasuring yourself won’t be enough.”
“Now, the second stage will cause you to seek out a sex partner. Trust me… resistance is futile. Sorry, could resist… saw it in a movie once. Anyway, the need to get laid will become your sole purpose. The good or bad thing about it, depending on how you view it, is that your desire won’t discriminate… which means that your silly preferences won’t matter in your need to fuck.”
“You’re demented,” Brooke finally responded, glaring at the man.
“I prefer genius. I mean… look at my wife. Do you think a girl that looks like Jillian would give me the time of day normally? My lovely wife was a very successful model a few months ago. Very career oriented. But after one whiff of my special formula and voila… my perpetually horny submissive Trophy Wife.”
Brooke looked again at Jillian and this time she saw the girl blushing with downcast eyes.
“I’m going to leave my card with my cell phone number on it so you can reach me,” Mr. Wells stated and then offered the card to Brooke. Instead of taking it, she knocked it out of his hand to the floor. Mr. Wells responded by shrugging and rising up from the couch. She saw Mrs. Wells follow suit.
“The third stage binds you to me permanently. Once that happens you’ll be my anything. My lawyer… second wife… mistress… sex slave… anything I so desire. You won’t have a choice in the matter. At the moment, I’m looking for a lawyer that I will take pleasure in fucking, but whether you are my lawyer or maid will depend solely on you. I say this because I would suggest a more accommodating disposition the next time you have the privilege of talking to me.”
Brooke watched in silence as Mr. and Mrs. Wells left the office. Never in her life had she felt angrier. Never in her life had she felt more nervous. Never in her life had she ever felt hornier and she knew that the chair beneath her fanny had a large wet spot forming. Was there really some validity behind this man’s story? If this wasn’t an aphrodisiac then what could it make her feel like this? Had the man somehow hypnotized her without her realizing it?
Brooke’s breathing was out of control. She looked down at her chest and saw her breasts rise up and down with every deep breath. The temptation to reach up and touch them played on her until she brought her hands up and cupped them. They felt heavier… fuller… and definitely more sensitive… and just as her thumbs played with her hardened nipples…
“Are you alright?” her assistant asked.
Brooke turned red as she dropped her hands. Her personal assistant stood at the doorway. Had she seen her play with her breasts?
“Oh… Tina. I… I’m feeling ill so I want you to move my appointments for the remainder of the week and reschedule them to next week,” she stated as she walked past her stunned assistant.
The second Brooke entered her condo; she began stripping her expensive suit off. Her pussy was on fire and she couldn’t get out of them fast enough. She was naked when she reached her bedroom and she plopped herself on her bed. Like a wildcat she pawed her own hot body, caressing, kneading, and groping every part of her throbbing anatomy in her pursuit for satisfaction. Brooke finger-fucked herself as hard and as fast as she could and didn’t let up until she exploded to an orgasm.
Exhausted, she lay there on her bed and tried to rationalize everything. The one big realization was the fact that she had no choice in her masturbation. Whether the guy filled her with a bunch of nonsense or not, she was unable to stop herself as she began playing with her heavier boobs again, ultimately renewing her need for more and within seconds she was fingering her steamy sex and playing with her clit. She cried out from another orgasm.
Brooke lay there trying to catch her breath and remembered vividly the words of Mr. Wells… she would need to get laid. And as she contemplated the next stage, trying her best to ignore her growing need to fuck someone… anyone… she was again playing with her pussy.
“Uhhhhhhhhh fffffuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk,” she cried out again with yet another orgasm, but this time as she lay there, she realized it wasn’t enough.
As Brooke scanned the bar for a potential partner she was surprised at how many good looking men and women there were. She blushed when she realized that the women were just appealing to her as the men. Intellectually, she knew that she wasn’t the type to have casual sex… nor was she bisexual… but her body overruled every rationale thought she possessed. She was in the grips of something unnatural and the plain truth of the matter was that she needed to get laid. She knew that she wouldn’t be leaving this bar tonight without a viable cock or pussy to do the job for her.
“Hi,” a deep voice greeted her from behind.
Brooke spun around to see who it was and was pleased to see Max Thomas, the good looking attorney from a rival firm smiling at her.
“Hi yourself,” she responded with her own smile, and damn it all to hell if her eyes didn’t lower to Max’s prominent looking package.
“I’m shocked to see you here… I heard this wasn’t your scene,” Max stated with a confused grin.
Brooke remembered how cold she had been to Max in the past, but that was then and this was now… and right now her awakening libido was crying out for him. She knew that Max wanted to get into her panties, and she was going to do everything in her power to make it happen. "Then maybe I can shock you again… want to fuck?"
“What?”
“Fuck…?”
“You mean… now?”
“First I need to pee… then yeah, we’ll leave and go fuck,” Brooke responded and then headed off towards the Rest Rooms.
While Brooke stared at herself in the mirror, she tried to come to grips with what happening to her. Here she was dressed in her sexiest outfit, which was obviously tight on her. So tight in fact that she looked like a slut and knowing what she looked like only added to her growing need.
"Hi,” a sweet voice greeted her.
Brooke shifted her gaze to the blonde girl that came up beside her. Brooke smiled at the girl who began touching up her makeup.
“The place is really hopping tonight, isn’t it?” the blonde commented with a smile.
“Don’t you just want to get laid?” Brooke asked in response.
Brooke smiled when the blonde blushed and she wondered what it was about her that looked so familiar. Then her eyes lit up when she realized who the girl reminded her of… Jillian Wells! Then without even thinking, she moved into the girl’s personal space and planted a hot wet kiss on the girl’s lips. At first the girl was too stunned to react, but then she began to struggle… but the struggling didn’t last but a few seconds before the girl started to kiss her back.
As Brooke continued to make out with the girl, one hand began playing with the girl’s perky tits while her other hand cupped her shapely ass. This went on for a good minute before she suddenly stopped kissing the girl and pulled away from her.
“I… I never thought it would feel like that…” the blonde whispered in her confusion.
Brooke was tempted to lead the girl into one of the stalls and force her to go down on her, but instead she high tailed it out of the restroom as fast as she could.
Brooke sat there in the passenger side as Max drove. She was very wet… very anxious… and if she didn’t need Max’s cock inside her pussy so desperately, she would have given him a little road head before they reached her place.
The second Max parked his car; she was all over him. She used one hand to keep his lips locked on her lips while her other hand began caressing the growing bulge between his legs. Never in her life had she ever wanted to fuck more.
“Let’s go inside so we can be more comfortable,” Max commented between groans.
“I need you,” she groaned, wanting to fuck right there in the car.
Max chuckled as he reached for the handle to exit the car.
Brooke knew she was acting like a wanton slut, but there was nothing she could do about it. She also knew that she would be the brunt of many jokes the next day.
The very second they entered her condo; Max twisted her around and kissed her. This time they eagerly helped each other strip out of their clothes. Brooke let out a cry when Max reached down and fingered her… his other hand started playing with her heaving breasts.
Vaguely, she remembered Max carrying her to her bedroom and tossing her onto her bed. All that mattered was that Max fill her… nothing else… not the need for protection… not the noise level of her screams… not the repercussion of her slutty performance… just the need for Max to fuck her, over and over and over again, and as he did, she started to realize it wasn’t enough.
Brooke opened her eyes and groaned. She was sore… yet still horny. She was relieved that Max had left because she fully understood that Max wasn’t the answer.
She slowly got out of bed and retrieved her cell phone, and called her assistant.
“Tina… ah… there was a business card that I must have dropped on the floor in the conference lounge yesterday… did you happen to see it?”
“Yes, and I placed it on your desk.”
“Thank you, Tina, you’re a life saver.”
Brooke stood outside the Wells residence desperate. She was also very confused, very afraid, and very, very horny.
“Brooke!” Jillian greeted her when she opened the door.
“I need… I need to see your husband,” she responded.
Jillian smiled at her and allowed her into the house.
“In your third stage now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered with a blush.
Drake entered the room stark naked. Brooke gasped as her eyes locked on his erection. She wanted him - needed him… and like a moth to a flame, she approached him like he were a god. She could literally feel herself lubricating and leaking with every step… all previous excitement paled in comparison to what she was feeling now.
“Kneel,” Drake commanded her.
Immediately, she dropped to her knees. She looked up at with even greater need and wanted to worship his cock. Desperately, she wanted Drake’s cock inside her mouth, inside her pussy, inside her ass, everywhere… just that it was inside of her somewhere.
Drake smiled down at her and nodded his head.
Brooke nearly swooned as she attacked Drake’s cock. With an eagerness that even surprised her, she wrapped her lips around his crown and let it slide down her throat. She knew if she pleased him that he would fill her other holes as well and not even the taste of Jillian’s pussy deterred her.
Suddenly, Drake’s ass cheeks stiffened and then he plunged into her mouth even deeper, fucking her face like he would her pussy.
“Ahhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuccccccckkkk,” Drake cried out and then he filled her mouth with his sperm.
Drake staggered back to the sofa and sat down… while Brooke hurried on her knees to position herself between his legs. Greedily, she began lapping at him, trying to clean every precious drop of him.
"You give seriously great head," Drake stated with a smile.
Brooke was thrilled with Drake’s compliment and wanted to get him hard again.
“She’s quite sexy,” Jillian commented from behind her.
“Yes dear, she is very sexy… are you ready?”
“Yes,” Jillian replied.
“Brooke, stop for a few moments. Jillian has something for you.”
Brooke knew that Jillian was behind her, but she had been so preoccupied with pleasuring Drake that she wasn’t really paying attention. But now that Drake told her to stop, she didn’t have a choice and she turned around to look at Jillian.
It was then that she noticed Jillian holding the vial containing the aphrodisiac. In shock, she watched Jillian dab some on her wrist and walk over to her. Brooke was too stunned to move and when Jillian moved her wrist underneath her nose, she automatically breathed in the delicious scent. Knowing that this would turn her into Jillian’s slave should have appalled her, but she couldn’t help it!
Jillian then stripped off her terry cloth robe and kneeled down along side of her. Then with soft lips, Jillian kissed her. Brooke found herself responding with growing passion. Then Jillian broke off the kiss and looked up at her husband.
“Can I?” Jillian asked.
Drake nodded his head yes and smiled.
Later, Brooke tried to recall what happened. Everything seemed to have been a big blur. She remembered how heavenly Jillian’s steamy pussy smelled and how delicious she tasted. At one point, when Drake was reaming her previously virgin ass, she could have sworn that Jillian was sucking on her very wet snatch… and never had sex smelled so arousing.
“I’m tied to Jillian as well as you?” Brooke finally whispered, realizing more than she was of her right mind than before.
“Yes, Brooke. The story I told you back at your office is true. Now that you have been exposed to the formula with my signature DNA and Jillian’s signature DNA - you will always do everything either one of us tells you to do.”
Brooke sighed, realizing that this made her nothing more than a sex slave. The thought of it also caused her to feel tingly and she wondered if that was her… that had some deep desire to be controlled… or part of the formula.
Intellectually, she knew that Drake wasn’t her type, but physically and emotionally, she couldn’t survive without him. Intellectually, she knew that she wasn’t bisexual, but again, physically and emotionally, she needed to be with Jillian almost as much as Drake. It really was funny given she had never even felt bi-curious before.
"We’re going to fuck again," Drake commented.
Brooke’s body lit up like a firecracker as intense thrills played with her pussy. Quickly, she shifted around and spread her thighs to straddle him.
Drake suddenly thrust deep into her and she cried out as he connected perfectly with her swollen clit. She groaned and whimpered as rode Drake to another very satisfying fuck.
“Are you alright?” Jillian asked as she came up from behind her.
Brooke felt her legs weaken when Jillian’s arms wrapped around her in a hug.
“I guess so,” she whispered.
“I find it easier when I stay busy… and with all the packing that you still need to do; you have a lot to be busy about.”
“Does this… feeling… ever go away? I mean… I constantly want him… and you… is this forever?”
“Yes, Brooke, and it’s that analytical lawyer mind of yours that’s causing you these problems. You really need to start accepting this.”
“I know… I’m sorry. I’m just… I don’t know… it’s so hard.”
“Then maybe I can cheer you up. I meant to tell you earlier, but I have a bad habit of procrastinating. It’s about that lovely young assistant of yours…”
“Tina? Please don’t tell me Drake wants her as well.”
“She’s really adorable and why wouldn’t he?”
“But she’s still in her teens!”
“Just barely and besides… there’s some benefits…”
“Benefits…?”
“You know how you’re tied to me, right?”
“Sexually…?”
“Yes, dear… sexually… Tina will be tied to you.”
Tina simply couldn’t stop touching herself. She was on her bed… on all fours… and no matter how hard she fingered herself… it still wasn’t enough.
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