Taming- The Teacher

by Wes Havoc

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  BACKMATTER

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  Two-day check-in: Nothing’s changed.

  Yes, yes. I was a filthy liar.

  Ever since I signed up for being a lab rat, I was only ever met with the most disgusting side effects. So disgusting that it’s not even worth mentioning.

  It paid the bills so I kept on doing it. I kept on bearing every loathsome reaction my body had to those still-in-development medicines.

  It was about time things changed to give me the upper hand.

  My whole life I had been treated like a doormat. And these pills arrived to help me change it all.

  I would definitely tell the doctor about what had happened. Some part of it at least.

  The power to make women horny with your smell was too great to fall into the wrong hands. I was just going to solve my problems real quick and then I’d let Doc know about it so he’d think of what to do. I just had to pretend it took me a while to notice something was off.

  After spending the whole weekend fucking my step-sister until the two of us passed out of exhaustion, Monday morning arrived. It rained, but not enough to dampen my mood. And after my father had arrived, finding me and Rebecca pretending we did nothing but behave ourselves, I gave myself some time to develop a couple of plans.

  I knew by then that the medicine made me emit some kind of pheromone that made women horny. For the whole freaking day, or at least while they hung around me. I had only had contact with Rebecca, so I wasn’t sure how older women would react, or what would change with other men in the area.

  And I was about to find out.

  My first class back in college would be around nine. But I had other things to attend to first. Other things to try out.

  I pushed the glass door of the cafeteria open and strode inside. Sitting in my usual place, I let my gaze wander, noticing the other customers. This time of the day was rather busy and the place had nearly all its seats taken. Sarah, the hot waitress, hastily moved from table to counter, taking orders. She didn’t even glance in my direction as I sat.

  Around me, I decided to observe three different tables.

  I was such a scientist. Not.

  One of the two tables to my right had an older lady sitting by herself. Around her forties, dressed in a suit and a dark pencil skirt, she checked her emails on her phone. By the other table to my right sat a couple, both younger than me, possibly around Rebecca’s age. The girl was not the prettiest thing I had ever seen and the guy slid glances in Sarah’s direction here and there. Though they sat together, they didn’t seem to be on talking terms.

  In front of me, three sophomore chicks sat close to one another. One of them held her cell phone so the others could see whatever she showed them on the screen. They giggled and pointed and hushed as if they were teenagers discussing some boy-band. Though in different ways, the three were hot, and all of them had different shades of blond hair.

  Though I couldn’t control how far my horniness-activator could go, I’d keep my eye on these groups to see what would change. They seemed diversified enough.

  Sarah hurried to my table and served me some coffee.

  “Hey,” I smiled, intertwining my fingers in front of me. I knew I needed some sort of ‘control group’, so I needed to be sure of how she would treat me before I took the pill.

  She eyeballed me as if I had grown an extra pair of eyes. Which was proof enough she still didn’t care.

  “Bacon and eggs?” She asked in a plain voice.

  “Pancakes, actually,” fuck girl, I’ve been having the same shit for six months.

  I couldn’t wait to make her suck my cock. She had to be doing this indifferent act out of spite. I had never done anything to deserve her contempt.

  She turned her hot ass and left without saying anything else.

  I had come to the cafeteria to test how it worked in an environment full of people. I hesitated about going to college and triggering a thousand-people orgy. It would disintegrate my plans.

  If everything went smoothly, I’d go to college and confront my English Literature teacher. As apparently every other woman in my life, she seemed fond of screwing me, and not in a sexy way. If she were too horny to pay attention to whatever I said, perhaps she’d just give me the grade I deserved in the first place and send me off.

  So I waited for my pancakes, ate half of them then popped the pill into my mouth.

  Twenty minutes for effects to kick in. I waited, finishing my breakfast in eager anticipation.

  I had almost forgotten what I was waiting for, checking my Facebook timeline, when I noticed the forty-year-old lady close by changing her position. Again and again, as if something bothered her. She crossed her stocking-covered legs then uncrossed them, moving her hips to change the position as if the chair she sat in suddenly became too uncomfortable.

  Effect in older women: check.

  She pressed her thighs together then uncrossed her legs. She pressed her hips down, and I knew she was looking for some pressure against her aching parts. Her face scrunched down in concentration, her gaze darting around the cafeteria.

  Her eyes met mine. I knew I held only curiosity in my face but it was enough to make her blush wildly. The woman jolted up, the chair screeching as it slid behind her. She packed her things, dropped some money on the table and left the place in long strides.

  I held back a grin.

  If it had an effect on her, it should affect the other people around me. I eyed the couple next.

  The girl had closed her fingers around her boyfriend’s thigh. She kissed the base of his jaw and pressed her breasts against his arm, her fingers riding higher toward his crotch. He mouthed something to her but his eyes were still glued to the phone screen.

  Some men just couldn’t appreciate their luck.

  The group of girls in front of me had stopped giggling. In fact, they were drenched in silence, playing with their foods with no interest.

  I kept my eyes peeled on them.

  One of the girls crossed her legs, pressing her thighs together. The other leaned on the table, and I watched one of her hands reaching for her breast as if she was going to scratch it. Her forefinger subtly hovered over her nipple. I could see the hard knot marked against her shirt from where I sat.

  I leaned back to take on the show.

  The third girl, who happened to be the hottest one too, pressed her lips together for a moment before she saw her friend brushing a finger over her tit. She leaned and said something close to her friend’s face that made the other’s cheeks grow pink. She had a naughty smile plastered on her face as she rose a hand to fondle her friend’s tit.

  She grinned to the other girl’s flustered face, pressing the small tit between her fingers. The third one either pretended not to notice or not to care.

  I watched the girl with the pink cheeks surrender to her friend’s caress. I watched her eyelids drop shut and her mouth half-open in clear, unrestrained pleasure. Her friend’s grin became a heated smile, paired with pupils glistening with lust. I watched the third friend widening her stance and dropping her hands between her thighs.

  Something told me I could start a thirty-people orgy before classes started.

  Did I want it?

  So fucking bad.

  The inevitability of the consequences haunted me though. I didn’t want my secret to make it to the news. I didn’t want anyone else discovering the effects of these pills.

  They were mine and mine only. At least for this moment.

  At least until I got it all under control.

  Sarah walked in my direction, carrying someone’s breakfast. She pressed her lips together and rolled her hips differen
tly as she passed me, taking a deep breath in.

  Heat spread through my chest. The roll of her hips told me what I needed to know. She was also under the effect of the medicine.

  She was freaking horny because of me, and she didn’t even know that.

  I couldn’t leave her hanging. That would be inhumane. Cruel.

  The thing was: though she was horny because of me, the pills did not make me a target. The girls were proof enough. They were dealing with their horniness by themselves. They weren’t coming at me to solve that problem.

  Which meant I’d have to make a move.

  I’d have to make this moment mine. I’d have to grasp the opportunity with both hands.

  Sarah passed me again, her deliciously round ass swaying.

  Oh, the things I’d do to that ass. How long have I been daydreaming about it bouncing over my cock. About me smacking one of the cheeks, her groaning with the strike, my hand leaving a print on her smooth skin.

  “Sarah,” I called and she halted, snapping her head to me. Her red strands slid over her shoulders and she turned, and, for the first time, there was no contempt on her eyes.

  Her gaze was foggy as she held her breath. Her brows tipped slightly up in confusion.

  “Yes?” She turned to face me, and I watched her beautiful chest pressing against her uniform shirt as she took a deep breath in. The button down, cotton shirt didn’t fit her perfectly, and with every deep breath, I could peek through the spaces between the buttons to her creamy white flesh.

  “You look stunning today,” I said, and my voice was hoarse. I watched her gulping.

  I couldn’t guess if that’d be enough. I didn’t know if I should order her around as I have done with Rebecca. Rebecca knew me, and we had been by ourselves in the house. Now, in public, in her job, it seemed more likely that I’d be caught red-handed. That I’d lose my one chance.

  And, at the same time, there was no other way for me to test it.

  “Thanks,” she mouthed, breathlessly. “You… smell great.”

  If there was any doubt about her being under the pheromone’s effect, it was over now. That was exactly the same thing Rebecca had told me.

  I leaned forward, amassing every ounce of courage in me. “I’ll go to the bathroom. Meet me there and I’ll let you suck my cock.”

  Numb with expectation, I counted my heartbeats.

  She shivered, her lips half-opening. I watched Sarah press her thighs together and I knew it had worked.

  “Alright,” she gasped and turned, striding to the counter.

  She would either meet me and suck me off or call the cops.

  I was taking my chances.

  Putting some money down on the table, I got up and walked to the bathroom at the back of the restaurant. My heart beat against my ribs, leaving me almost out of breath.

  I checked my phone. There was enough time for some fun.

  Entering the bathroom, I didn’t shut the door all the way. I waited, not allowing myself to be filled with hope. No, not yet.

  All my worries were in vain.

  Not a minute had passed when her redhead appeared on the gap of the door, big green eyes glancing up at me. Her lips were still half-open as if she had been trying to catch her breath, to no use.

  She got in, shut the door with a thud and locked it. In a second, her lips covered mine.

  The desperation of her kiss took away any breath I still had. I gasped like a teenager during a first kiss, and my hands quickly found her waist. Her tongue flicked against mine, and she tasted like coffee and vanilla.

  I fought for control, but she was desperate. As if she had been parched and I was the first source of water she had found. She drank me in, biting my lips and pressing herself against me. Her boobs squished against my chest, her hips pressed against mine, I slid my hands to her ass and palmed her.

  Sarah moaned against my mouth, bringing her hands up to scratch my scalp with her long nails.

  “I have ten minutes. Tops,” she groaned, pressing her ass against my hands.

  I slid my hands further down, holding the hem of her skirt between my fingers and pulling it up to her hips in a swift move. She gasped, and I devoured the sound. Her plump ass was so much better than any of my fantasies.

  My cock went rock-hard in a moment, and I pressed her lithe body between my hips and my hands. She still kissed me, begging with soft cries.

  The pads of my fingers met the lace of her panties. I slid my fingers down, caressing the crack of her ass and under, searching for her cunt.

  Her panties were soaked through.

  I brought my other hand up to her red hair, pulling her from my mouth. She stood there, gasping, her pupils ablaze.

  “You’re fucking wet, Sarah,” I groaned, pressing my cock against her.

  She moaned, “I couldn’t help it. You smell so good.” Her voice was raspy with lust.

  White fire flooded my veins and I pulled her further back, taking a step and pressing her against the wall.

  Control was mine.

  My gaze wandered down her body, from her flushed cheeks to her heaving chest, to the skirt around her hips and her lace-covered cunt. Her panties were red as her hair and her abused lips.

  I covered her mound with a hand, not letting go of her hair. She moaned longly, her eyes shutting in surrender. Her hands moved from my hair to my shoulders, as if she needed help to keep herself up.

  I stroked her cleft with my middle finger, her juices coating me over her panties.

  “Open your shirt,” I growled, and she immediately fumbled with the buttons until they opened. Her perfect tits were covered in a red-laced bra, and all I could think of was taking all of that out.

  But I had no time for it.

  I latched my lips onto her neck, sucking, biting over her pulse. I bit her down her cleavage to the swell of one breast, then the other. She breathed hard, messing my hair with a hand, clutching my shirt with the other.

  Pulling her panties aside, I dove into her heat.

  She cried out, bucking against my finger instantaneously. One slid seamlessly inside her. I pulled it out to enter her with two fingers next.

  Quickly reaching up, I cupped one of her tits, pressing her between my fingers. Sarah opened up, desperately seeking release. Her head bobbing from one side to the other, she seemed almost mad with lust.

  I pulled her bra down, exposing a pretty nipple. My lips closed over it without a moment’s thought.

  “Yes,” she cried, bucking against my fingers, “yes!”

  Her muscles clenched my fingers, and I knew she was close, so close.

  I pulled my fingers out.

  She cried aloud, eying me with confusion. I held her by her hips, taking a step back and bringing her with me.

  “Come here,” I guided her until we reached the toilet, and I sat there.

  Such a heavenly sight. Presumptuous-Sarah stared down at me, but her eyes were pleading, begging. She heaved, one of her breasts hanging out of the bra, the pink cleft of her pussy glistening. She gulped as I opened my pants.

  She almost drooled over the sight of my cock, hard for her.

  “Suck me, Sarah,” and before the sentence completely left my lips, she was already on her knees.

  Her warm mouth enveloped my member, her red head dropping down low until her lips sealed around the base of my cock. Greedily, she sucked, her fingers reaching for my balls. She cupped them, massaging gently while her head bobbed on my lap.

  Fucking Sarah loved sucking cock. My cock.

  She adored my member, both her hands on my balls as she slurped, frantically. No foreplay, no tease. She wanted it all, and fast. She sped up, saliva dripping from between her lips to my lap, the pressure around my cock increasing.

  I fought against the will to close my eyes. I wanted to engrave the memory of her red head bobbing on my cock.

  Moans mixed with the moist sound of her taking me in, all the way in, as far as she could. Her tongue licked like crazy around
me, pressed against the slit of the head.

  Pausing a hand over her head, I groaned, the sound vibrating on my chest. The heat of the nearness of an orgasm spread through me, my balls tingling.

  I wanted to cum on her mouth. On her pretty face.

  I wanted to slap my cock on her cheeks and paint her lips in white.

  So many ideas. So little time.

  “Get up,” I growled, the voice that left me not completely my own.

  She sucked me until my cock sprang out from between her lips. Her green eyes were huge as I watched her own orgasm nearing her.

  I knew she’d cum by sucking me if I let her.

  Orders, I reminded myself. I had to give orders.

  “I’m going to eat your ass,” I tapped my thigh twice. “Sit here.”

  Sarah gasped in delight, in pleasure, in anticipation. She distanced her legs and turned around, approaching her beautiful backside. She crouched, her hands splayed on my knees as she tilted her hips up.

  Her panties had slid back in place. I fisted them and pulled them straight out. She gasped, looking over her shoulder with wide eyes.

  “I’m keeping those,” I roared, lining my cock with her back entrance.

  I searched for her cunt with a hand, entering her easily, covering my fingers with her juices. She mewled, pressing her hands down to tilt her hips further up.

  Her sounds were pure lust as I brought my other hand to cup her exposed breast, pinching her nipple.

  I covered my cock with her juices and pressed the head against her ass.

  She moaned so loud I had to cover her mouth with a hand. Sarah opened her lips to bite at the tip of my fingers. I dipped two of them inside her waiting mouth, and she licked and sucked on them as if she had been wanting that her whole life.

  The pressure to enter her ass-hole was easily overcome and I slid the head inside her. Inch by inch I entered her until I was hilt-deep.

  Someone tried to open the door. Since it didn’t open, the person knocked.

  I couldn’t care less.

  Her heat around me, the pressure, the tightness. It was almost too much.

  She groaned around my fingers.

  I gripped her hip with a hand, so tight I’d definitely leave marks.