by John Dylena
With the heightened libido and the lustful thoughts implanted into his mind by Bimbozol, Tom was anything but patient. His leg shook with nervous energy and his fingers tapped on his hairless, silky smooth thighs. He played with the hem of his dress and he bit his lip as he watched Katie do her own makeup.
“Geez, Tammy!” Katie said, leaning out of the bathroom.
“What?” Tom said, trying to play innocent.
“Hold your horses, okay? It’s only like, eight o’clock!”
“I know. I’m sorry, Krissi,” he said, adjusting the bracelet and playing with his ears. The weight of the chandelier earrings was a strange feeling. One of the effects of the drug was pierced ears, and when Katie noticed this, she just had to give him some dangly earrings.
“I’m like, almost done,” she said, leaning forward.
Tom squirmed as he watched Katie bend forward, sticking her perfectly round and padded ass out as she applied the lip gloss to her ruby red lips.
When she came out of the bathroom with her purse in her hand, Tom jumped up off of the couch and followed her to the door. She reached out toward the brass knob, but stopped and turned back toward her boyfriend.
“Tammy…”
“Yes, Krissi?” he said, titling his head to the side.
“Promise me you’ll stick by me. That you’ll be careful. That you won’t leave the club without me.”
Tom smiled as he lifted up his pinky. “I swear.”
They both laughed as she wrapped her pinky around his. “Let’s go have some fun!”
Katie opened the door and walked out into the hallway toward the elevator. Their destination was at the top floor of their casino, a newly opened club called Wet. They could barely contain their excitement as they stepped into the elevator.
Inside were several other people also heading to the club—or at least, that’s what they assumed from the way they were dressed. Tom kept his eyes low as he stepped onto the elevator after Katie, squeezing through the group of people until he had his back to the elevator wall. Only then did he look up from the carpeted floor.
His face turned red when he saw the man looking at him.
On the other end of the elevator, the tall guy winked at Tom as he tried to get a look at his curvy body through the crowd of people. The man was ruggedly handsome, with sharp features and dark eyes. His hair was styled and his clothes crisp and clean. He adjusted his sleeve and Tom spotted the silver Rolex on the man’s wrist.
He looked away from the high-roller to Katie, who stood next to him. She also winked at him, knowing full well the attention that Tom was getting.
There were several couples on the elevator as well, and all the men quickly glanced at Tom and Katie when they saw the shorter blonde place her lips onto the taller.
The ding followed by the doors opening ended the two blondes’ kiss, and the passengers on the elevator hesitated before stepping off of the metal box into the lobby of the club. Tom and Katie snuck by the mesmerized witnesses and walked toward the club entrance, holding hands every step of the way.
Katie smiled as she walked toward the line of people. The hushed arguments between the couples exiting the elevator was replaced by the heavy beats oozing out of the walls of the club.
“Wait in line, I’m going to like, see if we can cut.” Katie said, leading Tom behind the velvet rope.
He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Katie got out of line and vanished beyond the sea of people. Tom looked back at the crowd gathering behind him, his eyes scanning the men and women hoping to get into the brand new club.
There were a lot of good looking people, all dressed in designer outfits meant to wow and impress fellow club goers: sexy women in short dresses and high heels and men in suits. He looked back toward the front and smiled when he saw Katie waving him over.
The club was packed.
Men and women crowded the two-and-a-half bars manned by several bartenders, and the dance floor was undulating with the bodies of patrons crammed so tightly together they looked like one huge, dark snake writhing in the flashing lights. Tom looked around, hoping to find an empty table as Katie led him through the club, her hand holding firmly onto his.
“I think we should leave,” Tom shouted into Katie’s ear. “Maybe like, head to a different club.”
“Don’t be such a wimp, Tammy. We’ll like, find a table soon enough.”
After a couple of steps, she pointed towards the tables and ran without any warning. Tom did his best to keep up with her in his heels, and after a quick sprint, they slid into the leather seats of a booth, laughing.
“See! Told ya,” she said, setting her purse down beside her. Before Tom could reply, a man walked up to their table and introduced himself.
“Hello, ladies! My name is Rick.” He pointed to the nametag on his uniform. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Two appletinis,” Katie answered. The man nodded and left.
“So, like, what’s the plan?” Tom said, looking out into the club proper.
“Well, I was thinking we could get a couple of drinks then, like go dancing?”
A minute later, the waiter returned with the two drinks. Katie held her glass up and Tom did the same, clinking them together before taking a sip.
Tom was never one for girly drinks, as the drink in his hand was so often labeled, but as he sipped it, he found it to be incredibly delicious. Before he knew it, he was ordering a second.
The alcohol was in full effect when Tom and Katie stepped away from their booth, leaving behind four empty martini glasses. With their purses in their hands, they entered the dance floor and vanished into the sea of bodies.
They danced to the music, their bodies rubbing against the men and women that surrounded them. Hands squeezed Tom’s ass and rubbed his thighs. It wasn’t just the men who showed interest in him. More than once, a woman in a short dress wrapped her arms around Tom and danced, much to the excitement of the men.
An eternity passed by as Tom moved to the beat, losing himself to the music and combination of the drinks, not to mention the liberating effect the Bimbozol had on him.
His dance was cut short when someone grabbed onto his hand and pulled him way from the floor. Looking up, he realized it was Katie.
She pulled him aside to a quiet corner of the club. There was a frightened look in her eye, and Tom had sobered up enough to realize that something was wrong.
“What’s up?” he said, tucking his blonde hair behind his ear.
“We have a problem. Jared is here.”
Tom’s eyes widened. This was not good for several reasons.
As much as he hated Jared’s guts for what he did to Katie, being bimbofied changed Tom’s feelings for Jared. The drug made him incredibly horny, and more than once, he had to fight the urge to get onto his knees while on the dance floor. He wouldn’t be able to fight the feelings if it was Jared.
Not only that, but Tom wondered how the pill had affected Katie’s feelings for her ex boyfriend.
“Did he like, recognize you?” Tom said, looking past Katie at the crowd.
“I… I don’t know. I like, don’t look like my normal self. He could have. I don’t know.”
“What happened?”
Katie looked back over her shoulder at the dance floor. “I was dancing and looking for you. Then I saw him through the crowd, and he saw me. That’s when I grabbed you and pulled you aside.”
“Okay, do you want to leave?”
“That’s the problem, Tammy… I don’t. I saw him, and I’m like, lusting for him again. I love you, but I totally want to have sex with him so bad.”
Shit. Tom could see that she was losing the fight with the drug. Not only that, but he was on the verge of slipping as well. The second she brought him up, Tom’s mind was filled with images of Jared and visions of doing things to him. He wanted to kiss Jared; touch his sculpted body; wrap his plump lips around his rigid cock.
The more he though
t about it, the harder it was to fight the feelings. He looked down at Katie and he could tell she felt the same way. Her body had grown warm and she fidgeted.
“Tammy… I’m sorry,” Katie said backing away from Tom.
“Krissi, wait.” Tom grabbed her hand. “It’s okay. You like, don’t have to do this alone.”
“Thanks, Tammy.” Katie stepped back up to Tom and kissed him.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Don’t mind me.” Tom looked past his girlfriend to Jared, who looked sad to see the two bimbos stop kissing. “I didn’t realize you two ladies were together. I don’t mind. I like package deals. Name’s Jared.” He stuck out his hand.
Katie turned away from Tom and nervously extended her hand. “I’m Krissi, and this is my girlfriend Tammy.”
Jared looked away from Katie and took Tom’s hand, bringing it to his mouth and gently kissing his knuckles. Tom’s knees buckled as the arousal hit him like a freight train. He might’ve hated Jared’s guts, but thanks to Bimbozol, he wanted nothing more than to have sex with the playboy.
“I saw your friend here on the dance floor,” Jared said to Tom. “I was hoping to buy her a drink and chat, but now I’m thinking we just skip the pleasantries and head back to my room. It’s got a nice big bed you girls could play on.”
He waited patiently for Tom and Katie to answer.
“Can I like, have a minute alone with my girlfriend?” Tom asked.
“Sure. Take as long as you need.”
Tom smiled as he took Katie’s hand and led her to the women’s bathroom. They walked past the group of women huddled around the mirror adjusting their makeup and entered the very last stall.
“Are you sure about this?” Tom whispered.
“Yes, Tammy. I like, can’t get him out of my head. The bastard doesn’t even recognize me. But no matter what I say or do, you’re the only one that I love.”
“Okay. Let’s have some fun.”
Tom and Katie giggled incessantly as they followed Jared to his hotel room, their arms wrapped around each other, stumbling like drunkards. Jared’s room was only a floor above theirs, but he stayed in one of the luxury suites.
“So like, what is it that you, um, do?” Katie said, twirling her hair in her finger as Jared dug his room key out of his pocket.
“He’s like, obviously rich, Krissi.” Tom placed his hand on his hip.
“And handsome,” Katie purred.
“Totally. He’s so gorgeous!” Tom beamed.
They laughed as Jared fumbled with the room key, quickly trying to open his door and get the two beautiful women inside before they lost interest in him.
But he didn’t need to worry. The two women known as Krissi and Tammy wanted nothing more to be with him. His perfect body lured them in and they were trapped, unable to escape until they satisfied the lust burning inside of them.
The door opened and the two blondes walked in ahead of him. Jared closed the door behind him, the “do not disturb” sign swinging from the handle.
Tom was all over him in less than a second.
He wrapped his arms around Jared, feverishly kissing the statuesque man. Jared squeezed Tom’s perfect ass as he led the eager bimbo to the bed. Tom pushed Jared off of him and the man sat down, the confused look on his face disappearing as Tom knelt down in front of him.
Jared grinned as Tom worked the zipper of his pants, but he took his eyes off him when Katie came into his view. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Jared and forcing him into his back as she kissed him, her manicured fingernails gently working the buttons on his shirt.
His lips separated from hers long enough for the throaty moan to escape. Jared squeezed Katie’s thighs as Tom freed his quickly-hardening cock from his boxers. He wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft and stared at it, hesitating.
Jared’s cock was bigger than his own. Tom marveled at the size of it. No wonder women were drawn to this man. Tom’s mouth watered as he stared at the beast and Jared’s musk filled his nostrils, driving away any doubts in his mind.
Tom wanted nothing more than to suck on this cock—to have it fill this mouth and throat. His only purpose in life was to pleasure him.
He licked his pink lips before wrapping them around the thick rod. At that moment, something inside Tom clicked. Everything just seemed right. The clothes he wore and the way he looked; his mannerisms and personality.
Jared moaned loudly as Tom went further down his shaft, his right hand stroking what he couldn’t stuff into his throat. His tongue rubbed the underside of the shaft, twirling about the head and licking the entirety of it.
Looking up, Tom saw got a glimpse up Katie’s dress and saw her sopping wet panties. She continued to kiss Jared wildly as Tom eagerly sucked his cock.
The man was in heaven. He just laid on the bed and watched as these two incredibly horny women went to town on his body. Tom was bobbing up and down quickly, taking the full length of Jared’s cock into his mouth and throat. He had no gag reflex thanks to the drug, making him the perfect cocksucker.
His hard work soon paid off. Jared grunted and groaned, thrusting his hips up and pushing his cock as far as it would go just before he released a torrent of cum into Tom.
Tom clamped down with his lips, swallowing every drop of Jared’s hot, sticky cum. When the flood subsided, he pulled off of him, his lips coming free with a pop.
“Holy shit. That was amazing,” Jared said, sitting up. Katie climbed off of him and went to kiss Tom. Jared wiped the sweat from his brow as he watched the two blondes kiss. “I’m so wiped.”
“Aw, looks like our man is tired,” Katie said, pulling away from Tom.
“Shame. I wanted to like, fuck his brains out.” Tom pouted.
“I really want to, but I had such a long day.” Jared sat up on the bed. “Tell you what. Come by tomorrow before lunch and I’ll be more than glad to satisfy you.”
“We’ll see ya tomorrow then,” Katie said, pulling Tom to his feet.
“But I want to—” He cut off when Katie whispered something into his ear.
“Goodbye, ladies.” Jared waved as the two blondes grabbed their purses and left.
Tom couldn’t stop giggling as they walked down the hallway to the elevator. He remained giddy as Katie opened the door to their hotel room. He sat on the bed, watching as Katie stripped out of her dress.
She slowly folded it and set it on the chair, watching as Tom waited in agony for his present. Katie sauntered over to her suitcase and dug around in her clothes until she found what she was looking for.
Tom’s eyes widened and he giggled with glee as she produced the black harness with a double-ended dildo attached. She said nothing as she stepped into it and pulled it up to her waist.
Her dripping wet cunt eagerly accepted the dildo and she moaned as it slid into her. Tom watched with anticipation as she tightened the straps, making it fit perfectly before taking a step toward him.
His eyes remained glued on the skin-colored attachment crafted to anatomical perfection. It looked like the real deal that he had just sucked on minutes ago. Now he’d be getting the other half of his wish granted.
“Hands and knees, slut,” Katie commanded.
Tom silently obeyed and climbed onto the bed, looking back over his shoulder at his girlfriend. He whimpered as she lifted the hem of his dress up and pulled his panties down, exposing his bouncy ass.
He cried out softly at the cold application of lube, but his quiet whimpers vanished as she plunged the head of her fake cock deep into his asshole. Tom fell forward onto his elbows when she thrust into him a second time.
His body rocked back and forth as she pounded right into his swollen prostate. She gripped his hips as she picked up the pace, furiously fucking him at the steepest angle she could manage, his shriveled dick throbbing inside his chastity cage.
“Oh… oh god!” he cried out. “Oh god, yes! Fuck me!”
Tom lowered his head as the climax washed over him like a tsunami. His blonde h
air hung limp like the leaves of the willow tree as Katie’s thrusts grew more determined and forceful.
With one final push, she halted, moaning loudly as she came. Her fluids coated the toy inside of her and dripped down the insides of her legs.
Tom fell forward onto the bed, breathing heavily. Katie unfastened the harness and removed the toy, dropping it onto the ground before collapsing next to Tom. He stared blankly ahead, his body, mind, and soul well beyond exhaustion. He mumbled incoherently as he drifted off to sleep, and Katie did the same.
Tom and Katie woke up the following morning. Everything was back to normal, only Tom remained quiet and distant as they ate breakfast and packed up their suitcases. He said very little as they checked out of the hotel, arrived at the airport, and boarded the plane back home.
Something happened to him that night, and it left a burning curiosity inside of him. It wasn’t until he returned home to his apartment after saying goodbye to Katie—the only words spoken between them since they got onto the plane—that he realized the truth.
He was addicted.
TWO-WAY TRIP PART 3:
ADDICTION
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
The blonde’s eyes went wide as she gazed upon the thick cock of the man in front of her. It was the biggest she had ever seen—bigger than a pornstar’s, even—and it looked so very delicious.
She squealed with delight as she licked her lips before wrapping them around the bulbous head of the dick bobbing up and down mere inches from her face. The man grunted as he placed his hand on her head, urging her further down his cock.
“God, you’re so good,” he mumbled.
The blonde looked up at him with blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires as she eagerly gobbled the massive dick on her mouth. She stroked the base with one hand as her left lifted up the front of her microskirt and parted the lips of her moist cunt.
She shifted her position, trying to get comfortable on the hard tile ground of the bathroom they were in. Her stockings provided little padding, but she ignored the pain. The only thing she cared about was the gargantuan cock filling her throat.