I. Meeting

Brooke never saw a more mismatched couple in all her life.  Mr. Wells appeared to be in his late twenties and slightly above average looking.  Mrs. Wells, on the other hand, was one of the loveliest girls she had ever seen with long flowing blonde hair, an angelic innocent face, and an incredibly beautiful body.  Quite simply, she couldn’t understand what it was that this girl saw in Mr. Wells.

“I’m Attorney Brooke Adrian and I’m very pleased to meet you,” Brooke greeted them with a smile.

“Nice to meet you, and trust me, the pleasure is ours.  You can call me Drake and my wife Jillian,” the man responded with a smile.

Brooke smiled politely as she ushered them over to the couch.  She sat down in the chair directly across from them.

“Now, what can I do for you?” she professionally asked, and as she did she noticed how clingy Jillian appeared 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,” Brooke responded, taken totally off guard.

“I may be starting up a business in the near future and my wife felt I should first obtain the services of a loyal, totally devoted, and extremely attractive attorney.  You are who we came up with.”

Brooke had heard a lot in things in her profession but this was a first.  She glanced over at Jillian who blushed prettily.  There was something about the girl’s docility that bothered her.

“You’re right, Mr. Wells.  My time is very important and very expensive.  I’m inclined to believe you are wasting both our time.”

“Bear with me, Brooke, 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 paused a moment acknowledging that Mr. Wells had paid in advance for a full hour and it made business sense to humor him.  She then saw Mr. Wells pull out a small vial from his jacket pocket.

“Are you looking to patent a new cologne?” she asked.

Mr. Wells smiled as he unscrewed the cap and dabbed a drop or two on his wrist.  Then without saying a word he extended out his hand in order for her to breathe in the scent.

“Look, Mr. Wells.  You really have the wrong lawyer if…” she started to respond but then stopped.  She liked the aroma as it played on her senses, and it seemed the more she breathed in the cologne, the more pleasant she felt.  Then her eyes lit up when she felt a rush of heat shoot straight to her groin.

“I’m what you might call a bio-chemist wannabe.  I have always loved to experiment with various chemicals and low and behold, I stumbled upon the first ever female aphrodisiac.”

“That’s crazy… there’s no such thing,” Brooke replied as she tried ignoring her growing arousal.

“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.”

“Permanently…?” she whispered, finding it more and more difficult to breathe.  Her breasts suddenly felt very constricted inside her bra and her rock hard nipples were really sensitive.  Without touching herself, she knew she was growing wet.

“Yes, very permanent.  The funny thing about it is that the formula is quite harmless by itself, but when it mixes with the DNA of another human being it creates an irresistible pheromone that seals your fate.”

“I want you to leave,” Brooke insisted as she stood up.  She knew her body well enough to know that this man had done something to her, and she was going to sue him for every penny.

“Before we go, I need you to be aware of the three stages.  I don’t want you accusing me later of letting you suffer.  The first stage has already started… as it induces sexual arousal.”

Brooke blushed despite herself.

“Please note that your arousal will increase cumulatively and it will become so unbearable that you will be forced to seek self gratification.  You can do this with either your fingers or a toy, your decision, but no matter how much or how hard you masturbate, and regardless how many times you cum, you will come to realize that it won’t be enough.”

“Do I need to call for security,” Brooke responded, glared at the man.

“The second stage will cause you to seek out a sex partner.  Trust me… resistance is futile.  I’m sorry, I heard those words in a movie once and I could resist.  Anyway, your need to get laid will become your sole purpose in life.  The good thing about this overwhelming hunger you’ll be experiencing is that it won’t discriminate, which means you won’t have to worry about your silly little preferences getting in the way.”

“You’re demented,” Brooke whispered.

“I prefer genius.  I mean… look at my wife.  Do you think a girl that looks like Jillian here would normally give me the time of day?  My lovely wife was a very successful model a few months ago.  Very career oriented.  Money hungry even.  Now, thanks to one whiff from my special formula, she’s my perpetually horny submissive Trophy Wife.”

Brooke looked over at Jillian again and noted her blush had deepened.

“I’m going to leave my card with my cell phone number on it so you can reach me,” Mr. Wells stated.

When Mr. Wells offered the card to Brooke, she knocked it out of his hand to the floor.  Mr. Wells didn’t seem upset and merely shrugged his shoulders.  Then he rose up from the couch and smiled at her.

“The third stage binds you to me permanently.  Once that happens you’ll be my anything.  My lawyer… second wife… 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 from time to time.  Whether you are just my lawyer or my maid in addition 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. Wells took Mrs. Wells hand and then led her out of the office.  She just stood there in a daze.  Never had she felt angrier and more nervous in her life.  Never had she felt hornier either.  Was there really some validity behind this man’s story?  If it wasn’t an aphrodisiac then what was it?  Had the man hypnotized her without her realizing it?

Brooke looked down at her chest and saw her breasts rising up and down with her heavy breathing.  Without consciously realizing where she was, she brought her hands up and cupped them.  They felt heavier… fuller… and definitely more sensitive.  She groaned when her thumbs played over her hardened nipples.

“Ms. Adrian, are you alright?” Tina asked from the door way.

Brooke turned red and dropped her hands.  Tina was an Intern and working this summer as her personal assistant.  Had the young college student seen her playing with her breasts?  “I… I’m not feeling good.  I want you to move all my appointments to next week,” she finally responded, and then she quickly walked past her stunned assistant to go home.
 

II. Masturbation

The second Brooke entered her condo; she stripped out of her expensive suit and rushed to her bedroom.  Her pussy was literally on fire and she needed relief.  When she reached her bedroom, she plopped down on her bed and entered herself.  She was wet and very needy, and she responded like a wildcat as she caressed, kneaded, and groped at her hot anxious body.  She didn’t stop finger-fucking herself until she exploded to an orgasm.
 
Brooke lay there on her bed panting.  Her fingers again found her wet hole and again she masturbated.  She was coming to the realization that she couldn’t stop herself.  Whether the guy had filled her with nonsense or not, here she was playing with herself, groaning, and needing to cum.  One hand played with her heavier boobs, while her other hand played with her steamy sex.  Seconds later she cried out again with an orgasm.

Brooke lay on her bed as she tried catching her breath.  Then she recalled the next stage where she would need to get laid.  She could literally feel her need switch from masturbation to needing a fuck, and again she played with her pussy.  “Uhhhhhh fffffuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk,” she cried out again from yet another orgasm, and realized it simply wasn’t enough.
 

III. Potential Partners

Brooke scanned the bar like a predator - a horny predator.  She was surprised at how many good looking men there were, and blushed when she realized that the women were just as appealing.  Intellectually, she knew that she wasn’t the type to have casual sex… nor was she bisexual… but her body was well lubricated and crying for attention.  She recognized that she was in the grips of something unnatural but getting laid was more important.

“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.  Max would work perfectly and she looked down at his crotch.

“Hi yourself,” she responded with a smile, as she noted how large Max’s package looked.

“I must admit I’m shocked to see you here… I heard this wasn’t your scene,” Max responded with a confused grin.

Brooke remembered how cold she had been with Max in the past, but that was then and this was now.  She wanted to spread her legs for Max and since she knew that Max wanted her, she was going to make sure that happened.  "Then maybe I can shock you again…” Brooke responded and moved her mouth up to his ear.  “Want to fuck?" she asked as she reached down and cupped his package.

“Wha… what?!” Max replied.

“Fuck…”

“You mean… now?”

“After I go pee… yeah, we’ll go fuck,” Brooke responded with a smile, and then she reluctantly withdrew her hand from Max’s package and headed off towards the Rest Rooms.

As she stared at herself in the mirror, she tried to come to grips with what was happening to her.  Here she was, dressed in her sexiest outfit, which was obviously too tight on her, and ready to spread her legs like a slut for Max Thomas.  So closed her eyes and groaned from her ever increasing need.

"Hi,” a sweet voice greeted her.

Brooke opened her eyes and looked at the blonde girl in the mirror.  She was standing beside her and touching up her make-up.  Brooke felt her sexual need just spike.

“The place is really hopping tonight, isn’t it?” the blonde commented to her with a smile.

“Yeah, doesn’t it make you horny?” Brooke asked with a smile.

The blonde blushed while she continued to apply her make-up and she wondered why the girl looked so familiar.  Jillian Wells!  That was it!  The girl’s docile response had reminded her of Jillian Wells!  Brooke suddenly moved into the girl’s personal space and planted a passionate wet kiss on the girl’s lips.

At first, the girl was too stunned to react, but then she started to struggle… but then the struggling suddenly stopped and now the girl was kissing her back.  Never had Brooke felt so horny for someone before and as she continued to make out with the girl, she took liberties with the girl’s shapely ass.

But then she suddenly stopped kissing the girl and pulled away from her with a look of shock.  The girl was breathing just as hard as she was, and was clearly very willing to continue this.  Then the door opened and a couple more women entered.

“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 turned and fled the restroom as fast as she could.
 

IV. The Fucking

Brooke sat in the passenger side as Max’s car as he drove.  She was very wet… very anxious… and she needed Max’s cock inside of her so desperately.  She was tempted to give him a little *road-head* before they reached her place.
 
When Max parked the car; she was suddenly all over him.  While she kissed Max, she used one hand to embrace his mouth against her mouth while her other hand caressed his growing bulge.  Never in her life had she ever wanted to fuck more.

“Let’s go inside so we can be more comfortable,” Max commented as he broke free from her lips.

“I need you,” she whined, wanting to fuck right there in the car.

Max looked at her like she was crazy and then exited the car.  Brooke knew that she was acting like a wanton slut, but there was nothing she could do about it.  Only fleetingly did she know that she would be the brunt of many jokes the next day.

When they entered her condo; Max twisted her around and kissed her.  Now that they had privacy, they were able to help each other strip out of their clothes.  Brooke gasped with intense pleasure when Max entered her with three of his fingers… his other hand played with her heaving breasts.

Max carried her to her bedroom and tossed 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.  Fuck her over and over and over again!

And as Max fucked her over, over, and over again, she came to realize that it wasn’t enough.
 

V. The Understanding

Brooke opened her eyes and groaned.  She was sore… yet, still horny.  She was relieved that Max had left her because she now understood.  Slowly, she got out of bed and retrieved her cell phone.  She called her assistant.
“Hi 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.  Could you get me the phone number on it?”

 
VI. Obsession

Brooke stood outside the Wells residence feeling desperate, confused, afraid, and very, very horny.

“Brooke!” Jillian greeted her when she opened the door.

It was Brooke’s turn to blush.  “I… I need to see your husband,” she whispered with downcast eyes.

Jillian opened the door wider and allowed her inside.

“In your third stage now, aren’t you?” Jillian asked.

“Yes,” she quietly replied, her blush taking on a deeper shade of red.

Drake then entered the room causing Brooke to gasp.  He was naked and erect and her mouth watered as her eyes locked on him.  She wanted him - needed him… and like a moth to a flame, she approached him.  She could literally feel herself leaking with every step she took towards him as all her previous desire paled in comparison.

“Kneel,” Drake commanded her.

Brooke groaned as she dropped to her knees.  She looked up at with even greater need and now more than ever she wanted to worship his cock.  She wanted Drake’s cock inside her mouth, inside her pussy, inside her ass, and inside her everywhere… just as long as it was inside her.

Drake then nodded his head and she nearly swooned with an eagerness that surprised her.  She wrapped her lips around Drake’s crown and let it slide down her throat.  She had given head before, and took pride on being rather good, but now she was worried that she was servicing him like he deserved.  She knew with growing anticipation that if she pleased him with her performance that he might fill her other holes as well.

Suddenly, Drake’s ass cheeks stiffened and he plunged into her mouth even deeper!  He grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face like he would her pussy.
 
“Ahhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuccccccckkkk,” Drake suddenly cried out as he filled her mouth with his sperm, and then he staggered back to the sofa where he sat down.

Brooke remained on her knees licking her lips.  She looked at Drake with adoration.

"You give seriously great head," Drake stated with a smile.

Brooke smiled as she was thrilled with Drake’s compliment.

“She’s quite sexy,” Jillian commented from behind her.

Brooke blushed.  She had totally forgotten that the precious young woman was inside the room with her.  This was the first time that she had ever performed a sexual act with another girl witnessing it.

“Yes Jillian, she is very sexy… are you ready?”

“Yes,” Jillian replied as she moved next to her.

Brooke turned to Jillian and saw her holding the vial containing the aphrodisiac.  Her eyes lit up with shock when she saw Jillian dab some on her wrist.  She was too stunned to move when Jillian moved her wrist underneath her nose.  Brooke breathed in the delicious scent sealing her fate.  Knowing that this would turn her into Jillian’s sex slave no longer mattered… just the pleasure did.

Jillian then stripped off her robe and kneeled down along side of her.  Then with soft lips, Jillian kissed her.  Brooke responding to Jillian’s lips with ever growing need and then felt a jolt of fear when Jillian broke off the kiss.

“Can I?”  Jillian asked her husband.

Drake nodded his head yes and smiled.
 

VII. The New Reality

Everything seemed to have happened to fast.  She remembered how heavenly Jillian’s pussy smelled and how delicious the girl tasted.  At one point, she knew that Drake was reaming her previously virgin ass while Jillian sucked on her very wet snatch.  Sex had never smelled so arousing and she remembered coming over and over again.

Now, she lay on the couch with realization.  Without looking at Drake, she asked her question.  “You’ve tied to Jillian as well, haven’t you?”

“Yes, the story I told you back at your office is true.  Now that you have been exposed to the formula with both my DNA and Jillian’s DNA - you will always do everything either one of us tells you to do.”

Brooke sighed as she thought about it.  This made her nothing more than a sex slave to them.  The thought only disturbed her a little, and it also turned her on.  She wondered if she might have always had a secret desire to be controlled like this.  Intellectually, she knew that Drake wasn’t her type, but physically and emotionally, she understood that she couldn’t survive without him.  On the same token, she knew that she wasn’t bisexual, but again, physically and emotionally, she needed to be with Jillian.

“I was never even bi-curious before…” she whispered, thinking out loud.

"No time for dwelling, we’re going to fuck again," Drake commented.

Like a firecracker, Brooke felt her body light up again, and her pussy start throbbing.  Quickly, she climbed on top and straddled him.  Drake thrust deep into her, connecting perfectly with her swollen clit.  She groaned and whimpered as rode Drake, and cooed when she felt Jillian’s palms cup her bouncing boobs.
 

VIII. Realization

“Are you alright?” Jillian asked as she came up from behind her.

Brooke felt her legs weaken when Jillian’s arms wrapped around her body to hug her.

“I guess so,” she whispered as she gazed out the window.

“I found it easier when I stayed busy… and with all the packing you need to do; there’s plenty to keep you busy.”

“Does this… feeling… ever go away?” Brooke asked, adding, “I mean… I constantly want him… and you.  Is this… forever?”

“Yes, Brooke, and I can see that analytical lawyer mind of yours is still causing you problems.  You really need to start accepting the new you’re your new life; otherwise you’re not going to be effective as Drake’s lawyer.”

“I know… I’m sorry.  I’m just… I don’t know… it’s so hard.”

“I wanted to tell you later on but I can see you need some cheering up now.  It’s about that lovely young assistant of yours.”

“Tina…?  Please don’t tell me Drake wants her as well.”

“She’s really adorable, why wouldn’t he?”

“But she’s still in her teens!”

“Just barely and besides… there’s benefits…”

“Benefits…?”

“You know how you’re tied to me, right?”

“Sexually…?”

“Yes, dear… sexually… well, Tina will be tied to you.”
 

IX. New Blood

Tina simply couldn’t stop fingering her pussy.  She was on her bed… on all fours… and no matter how she thrust her fingers in and out of herself… it still wasn’t enough.
 

The end

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