"No more Mr. Fuckin' Nice Guy," I said to myself as I started up my car. The engine roared to life echoing my anger and I punched the gas pedal a few times, as though trying to scream at Crystal with the noise of my engine. A face appeared in an upstairs window but I could not tell who it was. I simply put the car in gear and roared away, squealing my tires as I went.

"God damn fuckin' little slut-rag whore," I snarled through clenched teeth. "Cheap little two-bit good for nothing cum dumpster. What the fuck did I ever see in her? Why did I think I ever had feelings for her? She's nothing but a useless piece of fuck meat. Not even worth a load out of my dick. Bitch! Fuckin' little bitch! DAMN IT!"

I punched the steering wheel and squealed around a corner. It was very gratifying to hear the noise of my engine roaring out as an extension of my rage. I now realized I hated Crystal McCorrister once again. She had never been anything but cruel to me, and now, after I poured out my very soul to her she turns around and stabs me in the back. It was the ultimate cut. It was the ultimate cruelty.

"I never asked you to fall in love with me," she had said. Her words echoed in my mind. This stopped my train of thought cold. Had she really betrayed me? What had she betrayed exactly? It's not like she owed me anything. It's not like we were an item. I was almost comforted. I was almost calmed. But then the image of Jackson's smirky looking face flashed into my mind. I saw him riding her. I saw her urging him on into the fuck like a vixen in heat. I saw him tousling her hair as she sucked a load out of him, making him punch the mattress and scream so loud the walls shook.

My hands clenched in rage again. I gnashed my teeth. How dare he? She's mine! They're all mine! I could have every woman on the face of the earth! I could become so powerful that not a man alive could have sex without my permission. How dare he look down on me like that? How dare she turn her back on my love for a cheap little fling with him?

I suddenly saw blue and red lights flashing behind me. A quick glance in my rear view mirror told me there was a cop car behind me. Shit! I was way over the speed limit.

I pulled over to the side of the road and began rummaging through my glove compartment for my vehicle registration. By the time I'd found it the cop was standing beside my door knocking on my window with a baton. I rolled the window down and looked up.

The officer was a beautiful blond woman.

We looked at one another for a half moment and suddenly she gave her head a little shake and spoke.

"Going a little fast, weren't you?" she said, sliding her baton back into it's place at her hip

"Uh-huh," was all I could say. Her eyes were very beautiful. I could tell she was trying to look stern and serious, but my rapt gaze seemed to unravel her façade a bit.

"License and registration, please," she said softly.

I grinned at her, coming to the realization that I could fuck her if I chose to. I could invite her into a semi-secluded alley somewhere and bend her over the back of her car and unload all my frustrations into her wet and welcoming cunt. All I needed was a little background on her. I handed her my registration papers and driver's license and with a little shift in focus, her sexual history began playing out for me in my mind.

Her name was Dana Mueller. She was 29 years old, single, and lived alone. She was passionately professional about her police work, but her love life had been hindered because of it. She had not had sex literally in years. Her last affair had been a fast a furious romp with a detective who'd come in from out of town, a married man named James. He had seduced her after many late nights on a stakeout of a criminal operation. The case was broken, the perps were collared and they celebrated with a night of beer and pretzels at a local tavern. He took her back to his hotel afterwards, on a pretence of not wanting her to drive home drunk. She knew it was baloney, but she went along with him anyway. One thing led to another and soon they were fucking like wild animals on the hotel room floor. She just about injured him she fucked him so hard. Her pent up passions were released on him like a burst dam and all he could do was lay there and try to hold onto her wildly thrashing hips.

This was the beginning of what turned out to be a wild and tempestuous short-term affair. She was always too much for him to take. She was always taking her frustrations with life, work, romance and the world in general out on his poor helpless dick. She was insatiable. He eventually began to handcuff her hands to the bed posts so she wouldn't hurt him with her wild bucking, clawing, biting, and thrashing. She eventually grew to like the bondage. She was turned on by it. She loved feeling powerless before a strong man after having men walk around afraid of her the rest of the time. She loved to be enslaved, used and made to feel weak and helpless. She became kind of nutty in the sack after a while. This is what broke them up. He could no longer sink to the levels of sexuality she wanted to explore. He needed to respect the women he bedded. She was turned on by being used like trash.

"What?" she asked, suddenly noticing how intently I was gazing at her. I was emboldened by this new information. I wanted to take my problems out on a hot little cunt somewhere, and she seemed like a worthy candidate. She would do just fine.

"Damn, you're sexy," I said.

She shifted nervously. Normally she would have night-sticked a man in the head for making such a boorish comment, especially a skinny little punk like me, but the power of the amulet reinforced my advances and she was rendered uncomfortably powerless. A strange mood came over her all of the sudden.

"Excuse me? Just what the hell do you mean by that?" she stammered nervously. I could feel the amulet heating up. A natural female arousal awakened inside her. The amulet - was its power derived from female arousal?

"I mean," I continued, "I would love to handcuff you to a bed and slide my cock inside you, torturously teasing you with it while you wriggled and thrashed on the bed before me like a sweet little street-whore."

Her face looked stunned. Her instinctive urge to be offended was immediately quelled by her deeper instinct that hungered for gratification. She was thrown into a moment of confusion as her mind wrestled with her body, and her sexual instincts wrestled with her common sense. The cop in her scrambled to figure out how I could have known that little fetish of hers. She quickly decided there was no way I could have known, and that it must have been a mere coincidence. That's what went through her mind. What went through her body was a massive rush of sexual energy as I triggered a deep-seated psychological response in her.

"I'm sure you would, young man," she said, still trying to sound authoritative. "Unfortunately-"

"Shut the fuck up, you little slut!" I snapped, sending her an angry glare. She shuddered and her mouth dropped into a surprised little O shape. Her eyes betrayed a look of shocked lust. Crystal had stirred up and ugly misogynistic streak in me and I was suddenly incredibly aroused by the force at which I could speak to this officer. Apparently she was too. Her cunt wet itself and her knees went weak. "Maybe I'm the one who should give you a ticket, you cock-hungry little bitch. Maybe I should cite you for being a nasty little cock teaser, standing there with that sexy little ass and not dropping your pants to show it to me."

She was completely cowed. All strength of resistance left her at once. Her heart was pounding. She was thrilled and terrified at the same time.

"You mean right here?" she asked nervously. "Now?"

"If I wanted you to strip down right here and suck my cock in front of the entire world you would do it, wouldn't you, you little whore?"

She nodded weakly. Her hands shook. There were also tears in her eyes. Another part of her was enraged at being humiliated like this.

"Look into my eyes," I commanded. She obeyed. "Turn around with your back to the window, unzip your pants, and show me your naked ass."

After a moment's consideration, the first thing she did was walk back to her car and for a moment I thought I was in big trouble. But then she simply switched off her flashing lights so as not to draw undue attention to us. Then she strolled casually back to the car, glancing this way and that to be sure the coast was clear. She turned around, looking nervously up and down the deserted looking street. There was a kid playing ball hockey by himself down the block, shooting a tennis ball into his garage door over and over again, but other than that the street was empty. What did it matter, though. She probably would have done it anyway, even if there were a parade going by.

She unbuckled her pants and I heard the rattle of her handcuffs and a clunk as her baton and gun barrel knocked against my door. She flipped her belt strap aside and unbuttoned her pants. She began peeling them down across her ass, slowly revealing the globes of flesh to me. Her ass was smooth and round, like a peach. It was shaped like an upside-down heart, flaring out in two cheeks at the bottom and slowly tapering upward to disappear into the muscles of her lower back. It was almost completely solid muscle. She was indeed too much woman for me, but I didn't care. She would be my slave.

I reached out to caress her, running my fingertips over the smooth silkiness of her flesh, feeling the firmness of it with only the slightest little poke. Then I reached down between her legs and sampled the moisture between her inner labia. She shuddered at this but made no move to resist. I even slid a finger up into her slick little secret and I felt her squeeze it with an amazing amount of muscle. Yikes! Surely she could bring a man to coming within ten or fifteen strokes if she wanted to. For a moment I almost felt intimidated by her, as I swirled my finger around inside her. For a moment I almost forgot to be in control.

Suddenly I pulled my hand away and gave her ass a stinging smack. Dana gasped, and then shivered as a fresh flood of arousal coursed through her. The sound echoed down the street and the kid glanced up from his slap-shot for a moment. Red welts in the shape of a hand print began to rise from her creamy white flesh and I suddenly became even more aroused. Her fuckin' ass had barely even jiggled.

"Pull up your pants, you god-damn little slut," I ordered. "What the hell do you think your doing waving that beautiful hunk of flesh around like that?"

"Are you gonna fuck me?" she asked, awkwardly tugging her pants back up with all the grace of a clumsy little kid. "I mean, would you want to?"

"No I'm not going to fuck you," I snapped. "You don't deserve it! You're a bad little girl, Dana! A bad little girl!"

"How do you know my name?" she asked, finding some nervous skepticism in the midst of the sexual drunkenness that had overtaken her.

"I'm the Sex God, Dana. I know all about you. I know how you used James for all you could get out of him. I know how you scared him with the intensity of your passion, and how you threatened to tell his wife if he ever left you. I know how he scared the shit out of you by putting a gun barrel in your mouth while he fucked you, swearing he would hunt you down and kill you if you ever ratted him out. I know how you gave that gun barrel a good sucking, just like it was cock, and dared him to go ahead and shoot. I know how he slid the gun under the pillow and fucked you like a freakin' machine until he came, climaxing beyond the realm of human control. I know how the gun went off in his hand under the pillow, and it shot a hole in your bedroom wall as he came, and you answered that shot with the most intense orgasm of your life. You felt his cock exploding into you as your world was rocked by the power of the muffled blast beneath your head... You both wept afterwards, and you couldn't stop shaking for three hours. I know how you cry at night because you feel like you'll never experience that intensity ever again."

"How- What the hell..."

"I'm the Sex God, Dana. There's no trick to it. I simply know everything there is to know about a person's sex life from the moment I meet them. How else could I know this stuff?"

"But..."

"I'll prove it to you, Dana. Open the door, kneel down and suck my cock right here and now. You're an officer of the law. If I'm no Sex God, then you should arrest me for even suggesting such a thing. But I know you, Dana. You won't arrest me. Even now you're thinking of Donny, the first boy you ever sucked while he sat on the hood of his car, with his ass burning from the heat of the engine on a hot summer night. You sucked him and he came all over your face. He laughed. You though he was laughing at you, but he was laughing because it felt so good. Something inside you was turned on by that laugh, though, and it scared you."

She was stunned once again. Though it was remotely possible for me to have known about her encounter with Donny twelve years before, there was no way I could have known her very thoughts. She decided I had to be legit, though it was hard to believe.

Dana's hand reached for the door handle. The car door popped open with a gentle metallic ker-chunk. I swung my legs out the door and leaned back as she dropped to her knees on the pavement and reached for my fly.

"Please let me suck your cock," she begged, flinging her hat onto the ground beside her. "It's been so long..."

My zipper slid down and my button popped free. Her hands delved into my underwear and fished out my cock. I lifted my ass and she slid my pants and underwear down a little, just enough to get the waist band down below my scrotum. My cock stood up before her and she licked her lips staring at it. Her hand wrapped around it and she stroked it gently up and down, like a starving animal grasping at its long awaited prey. She opened her mouth and was about to go down on it when I suddenly stopped her.

Something really strong and heavy had suddenly flared up inside me. Some awesome energy that almost made me cringe with its power. My arm swung out and I smacked her in the forehead with the heel of my hand, barring her advance. Her warm wet lips snapped shut an agonizing half inch from the tip of my cock. I could feel the heat and moisture of her breath. She pressed forward against my hand, trying to force her way down onto my cock. Her eyes went wet with tears of frustration, and she whimpered helplessly. My erection throbbed in agony. A glob of pre-cum oozed from its drooling little mouth. She flicked her tongue out and caught it, tantalizing me with the lightest little flicker of her tongue across the very tip of my erection. Every part of me wanted to simply release her and feel her hot slippery mouth work my erection to a beautifully gratifying ejaculation, but that cruel and powerful energy stopped me. It was almost like I wasn't allowed such pleasure or something. That was the sense I got. I almost cried in frustration.

What's the problem?!? I screamed inside my head. Why can't I continue with this?

"Oh, please. Oh, please," she begged trying to bob forward against my hand. "Just... let me... uh..."

"No, Dana. Just stop. I was just testing you," I lied.

"Testing me?" she asked, with a cutely puzzled look on her face.

"Yes. I wanted to see how obedient you were. You have proven to me that you are completely submissive. I can use you now."

"Use me? For what?" she asked. If not for sex, then what else did I have in mind? She was confused even more.

To be honest I didn't really know. All I knew was that it wasn't for sex. At least not with me anyway. Then an idea came to me.

"There's a man a few blocks away who's taking advantage of a teenage girl. He's in his mid-to-late twenties and she's only 17. I'll give you the address and I want you to walk in there and arrest him. Will you do that for me?"

"Why?" she asked. "I thought you were going to fuck me."

"Maybe I will if you do this favor for me. I'll give you my number and I want you to call me later and let me know how it went. Then I'll decide if I want to fuck you."

"Can't I at least suck your cock?" she pleaded. "Don't you want me to?"

Did I ever! She had no idea.

"Not right now," I answered. But she took one last lunge forward and caught the head of it in her hot little lips. Something jolted inside me. It might have been the shock of pleasure, but I think it was probably the power of the amulet, getting angry with me or something. I was afraid, and though the feel of her puffy red lips and tongue circling the head of my cock was gorgeous beyond belief, I pushed her away once again and pulled up my pants.

She rose to her feet in resignation to my will and placed her hat back on her head. She asked me for the address and I gave her Crystal's street and house number. Then she asked for my phone number. She was almost zombie like in her tone and manner. It was actually a little scary. I hoped for a moment that I hadn't damaged her mind or anything. I scribbled out my phone number for her and she headed back to her car on shaky legs. The image of her gorgeous little ass moving away in my rear view mirror was haunting. The man who got to fuck her was one lucky bastard. I started up my car and headed to the Campus Library.

In the Anthropology section I looked up Ancient Greece. I looked up their culture, customs and religions and soon I had a stack of books on a table and I was leafing through them one by one, searching for any references I could find on Eros. It was kind of hard to concentrate because there were several young women in the library who were intensely attracted to me and they sat there with wildly lustful fantasies floating through their minds as they stared. I could sense these things like background noise and I really wished I could somehow turn the amulet's powers off for a while. There was nothing I could do about it right now though, so I just tried to ignore them all.

What I did come up with after a while was a section of a book on the ancient sect of Eros worshippers. Apparently the worship of Eros was a popular religion back then, and they had temples and shrines where massive orgies were held on a regular basis. Everyday citizens would show up for these "ceremonies" and soon the temple floor would be covered in a writhing mass of naked flesh as every kind of sensual indulgence was freely acted out without shame or reservation. They even had temple prostitutes who you could pay to have sex with as part of one's day-to-day worship of Eros. Man, those Greeks sure knew how to live.

So what happened then? And what did all this have to do with the amulet?

The amulet answered me on it's own. In the same way I received images of other people's sexual history, I began to perceive the history of the amulet as well.

The temple of Eros began to become corrupted, as ironic as that sounds. The leaders began to turn aside from the purity of basic hedonism and began to use the temple for monetary and political gain. They capitalized on the lusts of the members by charging them greater and greater fees until eventually only the rich could afford the membership fees. The common men and women were shut out.

Certain dissident priests banded together outside the temple and gathered a following of what they called "pure worshipers", those who chose to serve Eros correctly, by sticking to the basic precepts of sexual pleasure, and sensual gratification. They abandoned the corruption of lust for gold and power, and instead held steadfastly to the notion of pure sexual fulfillment. Young men and women were trained in the arts of sexual gratification. Lectures were held on the philosophies and creeds of the Order. Followers were taught that sex was not merely a physical act, but a gateway to transcendence of the flesh, and that sexual pleasure was the door that opened one up to the spirit world, revealing to mortals the bliss of all things divine. It was hugely popular and Eros worship revived.

Later however the original temple leaders sought to destroy this upstart movement as even their rich members were abandoning them for the purity of the old ways that the dissident priests taught. A great persecution arose and the followers were scattered.

It was during these times that Eros himself intervened. He bestowed upon one loyal priest a magical artifact that had the power to revive pure Eros worship once again. It gave one the gift of sexual attraction, it gave one the insight into people's sexuality, so that they could be counseled into greater pleasure and sexual fulfillment, it gave one the ability to perceive and control the forces of human lust. There was a great cost however. The bearer of the amulet had great power but he or she could not-

"Excuse me," a pretty young student interrupted.

"Yes?" I asked, only mildly annoyed.

"I just wanted to ask if you were free for dinner later."

She spoke sweetly. Her words were innocent enough, but I could see in her eyes that she was eyeing me up like a piece of meat. By dinner she probably meant that I could enjoy an ample helping of hot and spicy sex with her as much and however I wanted.

The amulet's power was growing. I no longer needed to exert my will. I was becoming a human broadcasting tower of sexual arousal. Perhaps the amulet was trying to gather together a modern day following of Pure Eros worshippers once again.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Jenny. Uh, Jennifer, I mean. Sorry," she stammered nervously.

"I'll tell you what, Jenny," I began. "Give me your number and I'll call you the minute I get a chance. I've really got to go now."

Other women in the place were staring from afar as she wrote out her phone number for me. I slipped the paper into my pocket, lifted her hand to kiss it, and gathered up my notes. She shivered excitedly and her eyes widened as some unknown morass of emotional and physiological arousal washed through her. Her hands were shaking and she just stood there smiling nervously like a little girl who'd just met her favorite celebrity or something.

I closed all the books, but left them on the table. I hurried to my car and drove back to my house. It was late afternoon by the time I got there. Nobody was home. I stumbled upstairs and collapsed on my bed, feeling physically drained, and mentally overwhelmed. I weakly tugged off my shirt and pants and fell fast asleep.

I don't know how long I slept but when I awoke I was in complete shock. My sister Caroline was giving me some really fantastic head!

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