The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jeremy didn’t know how to feel, possibly because nothing remotely similar had ever happened to him. He could have stopped it, sure, but really, could he have? The answer was yes, but he justified himself because it was his first date with Lauren, and the whole situation was so…weird.

He walked into the outer office of work the next morning, still a little bit flustered from the night before. Sarah was in her usual spot, but something was odd there too. She was wearing an unusually low top and instead of glancing up from her phone like usual, she stood up and pushed back from her chair.

“Good morning Jeremy.” She said. The words were there but they didn’t sink in. His eyes instinctively travelled down her body. Curves. That was the word stuck in his brain. She was wearing a short skirt to match the provocativeness of the top. She looked like a proverbial hourglass, in modest heels.

“Morning Sarah, you look nice.” He said, his mind on Lauren. Maybe this was a test, friend to friend.

She started approaching him.

“Do you have a minute?”

“Er, no. Gotta check on the behavioral changes.” He stammered. “Can you buzz me in?”

A look of disappointment crossed her face, then she turned, bending back over the desk and hit the buzzer, sticking that perfect ass out. Jeremy darted through the door, afraid that the bulge in his pants would soon be noticeable.

“Maybe after work then?” He heard from behind him as the door closed.

Lauren showed up at his lab far before lunch.

“I’ve got to talk to you about something.” She said.

Shit, the waitress was a set-up, Jeremy thought.

“What’s up?” He asked, trying to look innocent.

“Well, I’ll come right out and say it.” Lauren said, moving into his personal space. “I’ve liked you for quite a while now and I’m glad we got to go out. I’d like to see you again, and get to know you better.”

“Sure. Dinner again?” He said, and his mother rolled in her grave.

She blew right through his obliviousness. “Yeah, dinner at my place tonight.”

Lauren kissed him on the cheek before she left, and he just stood there stunned as the door closed behind her. She was wearing a skirt. That’s a first, he thought.

What the heck is going on, he thought. Suddenly a melody played in his head.

‘She said I’m going to mix it up right here in the sink…’

Years and years of hypotheses and scientific observation churned through his head.

‘…it smelled like turpentine it looked like India ink…’

Lauren, Lindsay, Sarah. Lauren was the common factor.

‘…I held my nose I closed my eyes…’

Jeremy was back in the elevator, heading up to the upper office.

“Sarah?” He said, coming out of the inner door.

“Yes.” She said, her eyes lighting up.

“Stand up for a moment.”

Sarah stood up, a quizzical look in her face.

“Ok, now what.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now. Be honest.”

Gears quickly turned in the voluptuous redhead’s eyes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Jeremy realized that’s where his thought process had stopped. His head was spinning.

“Let’s talk about contagious diseases.”

“Ok.”

That was the kicker.

“Bark like a dog.”

Sarah and Jeremy basically acted out the scene from a movie he had always enjoyed. Like Simon Says without the Simon.

“Don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Ok.” Sarah said.

Jeremy returned to his office.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” Jeremy repeated like a scratch on an old George Carlin album.

He spent the rest of the day, apart from lunch with Lauren, going through his notes and observations. She had definitely been giving signs at lunch, signs that even he recognized. It was an unfamiliar concept and it was causing him a bit of mental turmoil.

“Figures, just when I find a girl that might actually go out with me, I contaminate her with something, apparently something contagious.” He said aloud to the mice as he checked them. Definitely the same behavior. He pulled out his tape recorder and started talking, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to write as fast as his thought processes were churning.

“Apparently the substance is psycho-active in the female brain. Upon first exposure, the virus, not the subject chooses a suitable male in the vicinity and alters the host to form a desire for mating with that male. After this ‘lock-on’, the virus is programmed. Once transmitted to the next host, the virus is still locked on to that male if he is in range. Need to commence some testing to see if an exposed subject who has no direct contact with the locked-in male will feel any effects.”

He paced around the lab like a madman.

“Initial exposure was to Lauren. Lauren and Sarah had physical contact shortly thereafter. Lauren also had contact with Lindsay at the restaurant. I left almost immediately after the Lauren-Sarah contact and she only showed symptoms the next morning. The Lauren-Lindsay contact created symptoms in Lindsay within a fifteen minute window. So now what the fuck do I do?”

“Well, for one thing, don’t agree to meet Lauren’s mother.” Jared said out loud, then snorted loudly through his nose.

It finally dawned on him that he was planning to meet Lauren for dinner. He didn’t want to take advantage of this, not with her at least. How was he going to get through the evening?

Lie.

Not something he was generally good at, but it was worth a shot. He hated to do it, but he needed to avoid her for a while and see if the virus would pass out of her system. Maybe after a period of time the effect would wear off and the subject would wonder where that passing attraction had come from.

Sarah, on the other hand…

“I’m sorry, Jeremy. I hope you get to feeling better.” Lauren said through the lab phone as he gave her a story about going home early sick. “I was just talking to Sarah a few minutes ago and she said you looked good this morning.”

What?

“Why would she say that?” Jeremy asked.

“Well, she was congratulating me on my date with you. Seems like she might like you too, so don’t get any ideas.” Lauren said, chuckling.

“Oh, of course not.” Jeremy said. “I’ve only got enough social incompetence for one woman at a time. Is that all she said?”

Lauren laughed at this, then told him again that she hoped he felt better in the morning. “Just girl stuff.”

Jeremy felt relieved. Apparently the suggestion to not tell anyone about this had worked. He knew it was a moral conflict that he was protecting Lauren, at the same time as he was devising a plan to take advantage of the same state with her friend Sarah. Well, he thought, she does kind of treat people like crap…good enough.

Sarah heard the tune he was whistling even before he stepped out of the inner office. She scampered around and sat provocatively on the desk as he entered the room.

“Hi, Jeremy, going home early?” She asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“I am, Sarah. I’m not feeling well.”

“Oh, so sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?” She said with a sparkle in her eyes.

“Since you’re offering, sure.” He said, smiling wryly.

“Great, what can I do?” The voluptuous brunette asked, leaning closer to him.

“Put on something sexy and meet me at this address when you get off work.” He said, jotting it down on a sticky-note. “And don’t tell anyone where you are going.”

“Awesome. I will.” Sarah said, grinning shyly. It looked odd on her.

Jeremy leaned in and kissed her deeply. She responded slowly, but he broke it off just as she was getting into it.

“Later.” He said, feeling something new. Cockiness, maybe? He patted the small, stoppered bottle in his front pocket. Science calls, he thought to himself.

Jeremy, a scientist if nothing else, went through the tests he wanted to perform as he drove.

One: Determine approximate time needed for the effect to take place.

Two: Determine if dosage variations have an impact on the effect.

Three: Determine degree of susceptibility to suggestion following dosage.

Four: Determine validity of contagion hypothesis.

Five: Determine length of infection.

Pulling into his doctor’s office, Jeremy checked his watch. Still plenty of time to perform testing before his rendezvous with Sarah later that evening.

Before entering the office, Jeremy did something that he wouldn’t have expected he would ever do before a day ago. He opened the stoppered bottle and placed one drop of his solution on his right palm. The sheer thought of it made him shudder, but he pushed through into the office regardless.

“Jeremy, nice to see you.” The receptionist said, glancing down at her screen. “Did you have an appointment?”

“Actually no, Susan.” Jeremy said, then leaned in conspiratorially. “I just need to talk to Dr. Abbi for a moment, it’s highly personal.”

Jeremy had been going to Dr. Schoen for the last five years ago, and as a typical hypochondriac, he had a good rapport with his doctor. His hypochondria might have had something to do with the fact that Abbi was incredibly gorgeous. Curly brunette, sparkling green eyes and a voluptuous yet firm body that he had been secretly admiring every visit.

“Ok, she’s just finishing up with a patient. I’ll slip you in in-between if it will only be a minute.”

“Thank you so much, Susan.” Jeremy said, making sure to keep his right hand down to his side.

Watching the second hand of the generic office clock tick ever forward almost hypnotized him, though it couldn’t have been more than five minutes before Abbi stepped out of the exam room, scanning the waiting room.

“Jeremy?”

Jeremy stood up and hustled over to her. “Thanks, Dr. Abbi. I just had a quick question, I promise I won’t take much of your time.”

Mid-sentence, his right hand went out in a handshake gesture. Even at odd times, most people respond. Abbi did. She shook his hand as she led him into the exam room.

“What’s the trouble, Jeremy?”

“Well, you know I work with pathogens, right?” Jeremy started, now questioning himself as to how he would know if she was affected.

“You’ve mentioned it before.” Dr. Abbi said, non-verbally urging him to be quick.

“Well.” Jeremy paused, watching the twin of the clock in the waiting room tick forward.

No obvious signs or outward indications of exposure or contagion, Jeremy thought.

“I may have been exposed to something. Tell me honestly, how do I look?”

Abbi stepped back and looked at him. “You look really good.”

Not normally what I would have expected her to say, he thought. Press on.

“No, what are you really thinking?” He asked. It was similar to the approach he had used on Sarah.

“Well, I’ve never noticed how cute you were.” Abbi said, absent-mindedly running her pen across her full lips.

Ok, mom, Jeremy thought. Probably not what you were going for, but here goes.

“We don’t have much time.” Jeremy said.

“What do you mean?” Abbi said, snapping her eyes to the clock like she had been in a daze.

It almost threw him, but he pressed on again.

“Bend over the exam table.” Jeremy said.

“Really?” Abbi said, smiling.

“Really.”

Abbi faced the table and bent over at the waist, putting her elbows and chest on the surface with that annoying crinkly-paper sound. “Like this?”

“Just like that, Abbi.” Jeremy said, moving up behind her. He pushed her lab coat up past her waist and unceremoniously grabbed the band of her scrub pants and whisked them down to her ankles, revealing a round and beautiful behind and full, thick legs. He wasn’t at all disappointed. Abbi gasped as the second move brought her panties to meet the rest at her feet.

The gorgeous doctor arched her back, presenting a very nice picture as Jeremy’s pants followed suit. It was less than a minute before he was inside of her, feeling her body clamp down on his invading organ.

“Keep it quiet, Jeremy.” She said with a gasp as he started pumping in and out of her body, squeezing and man-handling those gorgeous ass cheeks with each stroke. He didn’t say a word, just enjoyed the sensation of giving it to his much-dreamed-of doctor from behind over her own exam table.

One: Two minutes or less between exposure and full effect.

Jeremy filed the mental note quickly, getting back to the pleasure at hand. He. was thrusting as hard and deep as he could without creating a noise that would be heard outside of the exam room. Abbi’s body was tight and responsive as he leaned over her and spoke to her softly.

“Come for me.”

The effect was almost instantaneous. He heard Abbi stifle a sound that nearly escaped as her body tightened up and flushed. She tightened around him, pulsing spasms around his cock as it continued to slide in and out of her. Her legs were shaking and he could tell most of her weight was off of them as he enjoyed using her body. She was trying to keep quiet, but he could hear her ragged breathing and gasps as a presumably powerful orgasm washed over her, wave after wave.

Three: First test of susceptibility shows ability to control bodily functions.

As it finally started subsiding, its effects were bringing Jeremy to the edge himself.

He pulled out of her and guided her down to her knees in front of him. She gave no resistance as he positioned her and pushed his slick, throbbing member between her beautiful lips.

“Look up at me, Abbi.” Jeremy said, wrapping his fingers gently in her hair, pulling her back and forth along the length of his cock. Seductive green eyes, filled with lust locked with his as he slowly fucked her face. It only took a moment longer before he was filling her mouth with come. She swallowed each shot in turn, the constriction of her swallow bringing along the next shot, until he was practically limp in her mouth.

After-sex guilt hit Jeremy a little bit as he surveyed the scene around him. He pulled up his pants as the gorgeous doctor knelt in afterglow.

“Ok, Abbi, clean up and don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Ok, Jeremy.” Abbi responded.

“Have Susan set me up with an appointment next week.”

Jeremy slipped out of the exam room before Abbi had finished dressing, not speaking to the receptionist before he left the office, a sly, if not a little guilty smile on his face.

There was a knock on the door right on time. Jeremy had spent a little bit of time at home cleaning up both himself and his apartment after his earlier appointment with Dr. Abbi. True to his calling, he had also taken some notes on his first deliberate test of his hypotheses, making detailed observations and expanding on other possibilities of the drug he had developed.

“Hi Sarah, come on in.”

Sarah actually appeared to be blushing as she walked in through the door. Dressed in a miniskirt and heels, with a low-plunging top, she looked the part of what Jeremy often referred to as ‘trailer park chic’; more slutty than classy or sexy, but still a pretty nice package to look at.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Beer?” Sarah replied, her eyes scanning the apartment.

“Sure thing, have a seat and I’ll be right back.”

Jeremy went into the kitchen as Sarah settled down on the couch. He popped the caps on two beers, consciously wondering how the domestic microbrew would be received as Sarah was likely a Bud or Miller girl.

His testing with Abbi had gone so well he was quickly losing his nervousness of the things he would have to do in order to fully test his theories. Besides, she was here, right? It was the perfect opportunity to put the new drug through its paces.

“I always got the impression that you weren’t that much into me.” Jeremy started as he walked back in from the kitchen. Sarah had sat on the couch, leaning back with her legs crossed in a sexy pose.

The question appeared to briefly fluster the girl, but she finally managed a response.

“You’re really not usually my type, but you’ve been growing on me recently.”

“Recently, meaning like yesterday?” Jeremy said, handing her the beer, which she looked over like it was a foreign object. “Boulevard Wheat, it’s from Kansas City.”

“Oh.” Sarah said, taking a pull. She made a bold attempt to hide the ‘bitter beer face’, then went on. “Before that. I’m just intimidated by your work, that’s all.”

Jeremy brushed off the lie.

“It doesn’t have anything to do with me dating Lauren does it?”

This brought out the biggest flush.

“Well, you guys have only been on one date, right?” She said, returning to the beer more as a prop than for pleasure.

“That’s true.” Jeremy said, pulling on his own bottle. “I’ve always thought you were hot but really got the impression that I was nothing to you.”

“Well, I’m here now.” She tried to say with an embarrassed smile.

“You are at that.” Jeremy replied, putting his beer down on the coffee table. “You really want to fuck me, don’t you?”

There was a silence that actually managed to stifle the elephant in the room.

“Well, come get it.” Jeremy urged.

Sarah looked like she was fighting the urge to jump up off the couch.

“I…” Sarah stammered.

“Here, I’ll make it easier on you.” Jeremy said, unzipping his pants. A moment later, his semi-erect cock was in full view. “Come over here and suck on this, Sarah.”

Sarah’s face was completely red, but she started pushing herself up from the couch, her chemically-driven desire overpowering her.

“Crawl over.”

Sarah stopped pushing herself up and slipped down to the floor on her knees. Jeremy suddenly found himself wishing he had set up a camera. The sight was incredible and his shaft responded with its admiration of the sight before him. She not only crawled over, but she made a show of it, slinking like a big cat hunting its prey, ending up with her head between his knees, her lips inches from her manhood.

“I like lots of eye-contact, honey.” Jeremy said as her lips parted and she took him in her mouth for the first time. She locked eyes with him as she took his entire length in one stroke, making Jeremy shudder. It was tight and wet and and the whole circumstance was incredibly hot.

“Jeremy, it’s me, Lauren.”

The sound drifted through his swirling thoughts, combined with hot lips wrapped around his dick, gorgeous eyes staring up at him hungrily, and the sound of knocking at the door. It snapped him immediately out of his reverie and into the real world. His instincts kicked in.

“Don’t make a sound or talk.” Jeremy said, pulling Sarah’s head off his aching cock. “Go into the bathroom in the bedroom and close the door.”

“Coming.” Jeremy said in his best ‘sick’ voice.

Sarah was just disappearing into the bedroom as Jeremy unbolted the door. He was about to open it when he realized he was still in a rather exposed state. He quickly tucked it in, trying to minimize the bulge with his shirt as he opened the door.

Lauren was gorgeous as usual and was carrying a pair of grocery bags.

“I brought you some stuff to make you feel better. Soup and such.” She smiled, waiting.

“Oh, come in. Thanks Lauren. That’s very sweet but I’m pretty contagious.”

“I’m an epidemiologist, Jeremy. If I were worried, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

The pair sat on the couch and talked. Jeremy was watching the clock, ten minutes, fifteen, and twenty. He couldn’t ask her to go, but he was worried about Sarah’s conditioning. Towards the end though, he noticed something, or at least the lack of something. She wasn’t making even the vaguest sexual overtures. It had been a little longer than 48 hours. Maybe that was the upper limit. That made him take the next mental leap. She was still here, caring about him, even without the infection.

“Well, I’ll let you rest. There’s more soup for later. Do you think you’ll make it to work tomorrow?”

It was Thursday. “Probably not. I’ll just make it a long weekend to make sure I’m fully recovered.” Jeremy said. And make sure you are as well, he thought.

“Well, call me if you feel better and want to go out or something.” Lauren said as she rose to leave.

“I’ll do that. Thanks for thinking of me, Lauren.”

“Get some rest.” She said, letting herself out.

“Sarah, you can come out now.” Jeremy said as he went into the bedroom. She came out of the bathroom, still quiet.

“Oh, you can talk now too.” He added.

“Can I start again?” She said, her eyes going to his belt-line.

“Why don’t you take off my clothes?”

Sarah spent the next five minutes working off Jeremy’s clothes, leaving him nude on the bed, his erection growing back to where it had been before Lauren’s visit.

“Now yours.” Jeremy said, reaching over to the bedside radio and turning it on. “Like a stripper.”

Sarah did as she was told, though Jeremy quickly realized that she had obviously never been a dancer. It was a little awkward, but still hot, watching her try to be sexy for him as she revealed what was actually a pretty nice body. She was well proportioned and voluptuous, and her ass was a work of art with a nice transition from round cheeks to nice firm thighs and legs. Time to see how she can use it, Jeremy thought, though he knew if the interrupted blowjob was a sign, he already knew the answer.

As the naked beauty finally finished her striptease, Jeremy motioned with his hand for her to come forward. She climbed up onto the bed, crawling between his legs, needing no further urging before she took him deep into her throat again. He laid back, enraptured by the sensations she was giving him, but he had to admit his mind was straying to Lauren as she worked her magic on his shaft. After a few minutes of bliss, he pulled her off and moved the two of them off the bed, her on her knees and him standing in front of her. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and guided her back onto his cock, fucking her face slowly with long, full strokes as she stared up at him with lust-glazed eyes.

Sarah was an accomplished cock-sucker. She took every inch in stride and managed to keep a suction and tongue action that placed this easily as the top blow job of his short career. It didn’t take long. She instinctively knew what he liked and what he wanted and when he pulled out and started stroking his shaft, she sank down to her heels, keeping eye contact with him as she opened her mouth and accepted the blasts of come that started erupting from him. The first went right into her mouth, but he followed that with blasts across her face and cheeks, streaking her from chin to the top of her head with more come than even he had been expecting. She quickly swallowed what was in her mouth and parted her lips again as he pushed back towards her, feeling her mouth engulf him tighter than before, milking the last of his come from his still rigid cock.

“That was so good.” Sarah cooed as he withdrew from her talented mouth.

“It was, Sarah.” Jeremy replied. “I need you to call in sick to work tomorrow and cancel any plans you had this weekend.

“Sure.” Sarah smiled.

Jeremy laid back on the bed and watched as Sarah retrieved her phone and called in to work. She made two other quick calls (one of which was to Lauren), all on speaker-phone and all without cleaning the come from her face. Jeremy wasn’t sure if she was being deliberately sexy or if she just hadn’t been told she could clean up. He didn’t care either way, but he was definitely making observations. If his previous observations were correct, the artificial lust would wear off sometime during the evening. He wondered if it was gradual or a sudden switch, though from his experience with diseases, he fully expected it to be gradual.

“All yours.” Sarah said, putting the phone back in her purse.

Jeremy put the next few hours into determining just how far Sarah would go in her lust for him. She modeled for him in various states of dress and undress as he took pictures, including a lengthy photoset of her masturbating for him with various objects. This went on for over two hours and the man in him started overtaking the scientist in him once again. He led her over to his desk (which he never used) and set her up on it, kissing her passionately as he lifted her up. At this point, she was dressed again and he pushed her skirt up over her hips. She squirmed a little as her bare ass touched the cold surface of the desk, but she returned his kisses hungrily.

“Oh, please, Jeremy. I’m dying for you to fuck me.”

The scientist checked out.

Jeremy spent a good amount of time working over Sarah’s lovely body with his mouth and tongue, laying her out flat on the desk and spreading her legs wide. He explored her wetness, burying his face in her flesh to her obvious pleasure. He brought her over the edge twice before he stood up, his cock standing at attention.

“Please, please.” Sarah cooed over and over again as he lined up and pushed his way into her wet and willing body. It clamped down on him like a fist, squeezing him tight as he drove in to the hilt, pausing to enjoy taking her for the first time and taking a mental picture of the look of lust in her eyes as he filled her. Pushing her legs back by the knees, Jeremy gave her what she had been desiring. He picked up the pace and started fucking her hard and fast, sliding in and out to the hilt on each stroke, burying his shaft in her incredibly wet pussy. She was getting pretty vocal, but he wasn’t worried about it. His neighbors were notorious party hounds themselves and he could already hear the music through the walls.

Jeremy pounded his slutty conquest over and over again, degrading her with his words, trying to get a reaction other than unbridled passion and desire, an attempt at which he failed. She lapped up every bit of it, and was pushed over the edge into orgasm several times as he relentlessly hammered her willing flesh. He slowed down for a minute to take a few more pictures of Sarah with spread legs and a cock in her, more for the memories than anything else. He knew that this effect would wear off and he wanted to have something to remember it by.

Science came back in as he rolled her on her side, legs together and pushed back into that heavenly pussy. What would be her memory of this after the effect wore off? Would she think he had drugged her or would she think it was a passing fancy? All important. More important would be whether ‘suggestions’ he made during this state would pass on to the uninfected state. He reminded himself to set up some tests on that; after he finished fucking her.

That wasn’t too far off, as within a minute or so, he was pumping his second load of the night deep into her body, though her vocal nature had dwindled. He pulled out and sat down on the couch.

The conversation that followed made checked some of the boxes he needed for her tests. She mentioned feeling guilt about Lauren, which led him to believe the effect was wearing off. He probed it some more and was reasonably certain that it had. She wasn’t angry or hostile, but the evidence was there. She was on the couch, covering herself out of modesty and seemed pretty down and out.

“Another beer?” He asked, awkwardly.

“Sure.”

Jeremy opened two more beers in the kitchen and reviewed his results. Wear-off time was roughly 48 hours and the subject apparently remembers activities. Desire is strong enough to overcome guilt, fear and most importantly indifference if not open revulsion. That last though made him angry and flashed him back to his ostracism in high school and beyond. He decided that more testing was in order, and two drops of the drug went into her beer before went back into the living room.

Sarah drank her beer sullenly, and Jeremy waited and observed.

“You’re welcome to stay the night, Sarah.” He said a few minutes later.

She looked up. “I’d like that.”

In the middle of the night, Jeremy woke up to find Sarah’s lips wrapped around his hard cock once again. She was bobbing up and down hungrily and he wasn’t sure how long she had been taking advantage of his dream-induced erection. He decided to not let her know he was awake and just enjoyed her ministrations. After two rounds earlier and one with Abbi before that, it took some work, but she persevered. She stroked him with her hands and mouth, taking him deep and keeping up exquisite suction as her lips travelled up and down the length of his shaft. Jeremy enjoyed every moment, and was actually stunned that it took the better part of twenty minutes before he wordlessly exploded into her mouth. Her lips clamped down and the suction increased as he unloaded between those soft lips, pumping over and over again. He couldn’t judge the quantity, just that every spasm felt incredible. She milked him, squeezing out every drop before she crawled back up and rested her head on his chest, falling asleep again. Jeremy went over mental notes on his testing and fell asleep himself at some point.

He woke up to sun streaming in through the curtains and with Sarah sucking his cock once again. He found himself wondering if he had missed any other events during the night. Again, he feigned continued sleep to enjoy himself. Nothing like having no other responsibility than just lying there and letting someone pleasure you. This time was different, though. He felt her crawl off the bed and risked a glance to see her going through her purse on the dresser. He snapped his eyes back shut as she turned around, though.

Sarah’s hand wrapped around his hard cock again, but there was a new sort of wetness there, slippery and cold. She stroked him a dozen times before he felt movement again. He could just tell that she was straddling him, then felt her hand on his shaft again at a weird angle. She was facing away from him, he could tell that, but other than that he knew nothing until he felt her flesh on the tip of his shaft. Then pressure. Shortly after, his cock was engulfed in the tightest grip he had ever experienced, getting tighter as the feeling slid down his shaft. He opened his eyes again to see her lowering herself down into a squat, his well-worn cock slipping inch by inch into her stretching and incredibly tight asshole.

She finally bottomed out, her ample ass resting on his body, his cock clamped like a vice. She waited a moment before she started to grind her hips, pushing him just a little bit deeper into her open bowels. Ok, he thought. Higher dose means higher sex drive. Check. After a minute or two of grinding, she started to lift up and down, fucking him with her tight little ass. He placed his hands on her hips and she started a little.

“So you’re up, huh?” She said, her voice cheerful. “I hope I’m not being naughty.”

“Oh, you’re being naughty, Sarah.” Jeremy responded. “But that’s ok with me.”

Sarah continued fucking Jeremy for a few minutes, her hungry ass taking him over and over again. He rolled her over to where she was laying on her side with him behind her, still buried in her. From this angle, he was able to start controlling the action, thrusting into her deep and hard pulling her hair back so he could kiss her as he took her from behind. He had never had a woman this way before, and he realized he liked it. He took his time judging what she liked and didn’t like, and was soon hammering in and out of her hot ass as he had done her sweet pussy the night before. Even as tired as his shaft was, the novelty took its toll and he was pumping another load into her ass within a few minutes. Sarah cooed in satisfaction as she felt him throbbing inside of her.

“You liked that, baby?” She said, brushing her hair from her face.

“I did. I’d like more of that later.”

“I’m all yours, Jeremy.”

The rest of the weekend was spent in a back and forth between intense bouts of sex and scientific experimentation. Jeremy made attempts to use the drug state to implant suggestions in the hopes that they would remain afterwards. The most important of these was for her to not tell anyone about their relationship and that she would always have a strong desire for him and would be with him at any opportunity. He sent her home late Saturday evening, having worn himself out in every possible way with his eager and gorgeous sex toy.

He actually looked a little worn out and sick when Lauren arrived on Sunday to check in on him again.