The Alpha Authority | free bimbo + mind control stories

Chapter One

Maybe I am overcompensating, but she was a bitch for saying it. Hell, she was out of my league anyway. I knew the moment I saw her arrive that the night wasn’t going to go well. She was way too beautiful and it was inevitable that she’d end up coming across as condescending. That’s the thing with these app hookups. Hell, it’s not like I fudged on my profile picture or anything. I’m not the hottest guy out there, but I’m not a complete toad. Not my fault that she didn’t look at my honestly reported height. At five-foot-three, I guess I wasn’t what she was after. It’s been that way my whole life. Fuck, even girls shorter than me have had problems with my height.

Was joining the TSA a compensation? Some way of feeling a bit of authority due to my small stature as she had insinuated? I guess if I’m going to be intellectually honest, I can’t completely rule out the possibility. I like the uniform and I like being in charge; things I wouldn’t really have otherwise.

I scan my card through the reader, hearing the buzz as the electronic door lock releases, letting me push through into the secure area…and of course; Samara is there. There’s a certain allure to women in uniform, and my ebony goddess certainly has it. She’s leaning over the counter and I only get a few seconds to let my eyes examine that perfect body before she straightens up and turns around to face me.

“Hey, Samara.” I say, trying to keep the downer thoughts from my drive into work out of my voice.

“Scanlon.” She responds, dismissively, picking up her coffee and seemingly looking for any acceptable escape-route out of the breakroom.

“You can call me Tim, you know.” I say, hearing a little bit of the edge that I was trying to suppress.

“I like to stay professional.” She says, and that’s it. Out into the terminal she goes, even though her shift and mine won’t start for another fifteen minutes.

“Bitch.” I say under my breath, pouring my own coffee. Let’s get this straight. As much as we as a people gripe about the government spending too much on things; the five-hundred-dollar hammers come to mind…it doesn’t trickle down to coffee. It’s crap, believe me.

Iyad comes in next. He’s about the closes thing that I have to a friend in the administration, but he’s got his own angst. Try being an Iranian-born guy trying to fit into the TSA.

“So, how’d the big date work out last night?” He says, grinning.

I wince, not really sure if it’s caused by the bitter taste of the coffee or the thought of what I’m going to say about my date last night with…shit. “She wasn’t my type.”

Iyad laughs. “You have a type?” He laughs. “I thought your type would just be alive.”

He’s one of the few that the jokes don’t burn. We both seem to have serious issues with women, just for different reasons.

“Your mom’s alive.” I shoot back, making him laugh.

“Just saw Samara.” He says, shaking his hand and blowing out air as if he was putting out birthday candles. “Shit, that girl is smoking hot.”

I just laugh. “Yeah, being a bitch knocks her down a few points.” I say. “I mean, I’ve never even flirted with her, but she treats me like some kind of asshole.”

Iyad shakes his head, laughing. “You are some kind of asshole. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t really determined what type yet, but…”

“Fuck you, Iyad.” I laugh. “Terrorist.”

I figure I might as well go and get started, heading out through the door to the terminal. Hell, if she won’t even talk to me, at least I get to look at her all day and the upshot of her being so hot is that the lines generally self-segregate themselves. All the guys end up queueing in her line, even if it’s shorter, while the women tend to come my way. I sigh, thinking the reason is that sitting on the stool doesn’t give away my height.

Things are rolling along perfectly, fitting the normal flow of things until I catch something suspicious. The guy looks a little nervous about something, seemingly in the middle of dismissing a hot and exotic-looking woman that is obviously hitting on him hard. Asshole. Some guys have it all, don’t they? Out of the corner of my eye, I see him size up both me and Samara. Oddly enough, he chooses to get into my line, despite its longer length for once.

Okay, so yeah, maybe there is a little compensation, because I do like to inconvenience certain people, and he’s triggered something to put himself on that list. Jealousy, probably. Fuck, the girl he just practically shooed away is ten times hotter than the girl who totally dismissed me just last night.

“I’ll just need to have a look in your carry-on…” I scan the passport. “Kane.”

We’re supposed to use first names. I think it’s needlessly superficial, but they want us to seem ‘friendly’.

Yeah, he’s watching me nervously as I unzip it, which means I’ll be looking into things even closer. Nothing exciting, except for a hard-shell plastic box with silver latches. “Open this, sir.”

He looks at me. “It’s an archaeological find from a recent dig on the way back to a museum. It’s very fragile.”

“That’s nice.” I say, giving him my best tough-guy look. “I’m still going to need to have you open it.”

Sighing, he starts working on the catches after a moment, and I’m more curious than ever. I’m disappointed. It’s a bug, kind of a beetle-thing.

“It’s a scarab.” He says, as if reading my mind. I look up at him. God, even I think he’s a stud. What’s with that? It irks me enough to make me mad and I reach out. He looks like he’s going to try to stop me, but I think he realizes that would be a mistake.

“I need to look under it.” I say, pulling it out of the foam cushion. It’s warm and tingles a bit to the touch. “Is this powered somehow?”

I let him close the box, satisfied that I can’t justify inconveniencing him any longer. I glance up and I can see Samara in her own lane, the line stalled out as she’s practically drooling over the guy I’m inspecting. He glances over at her, then back at me.

“If you’re interested in that one, you’ll probably get your chance.” He says softly.

I laugh, but he’s handing me a card. “Please call me if anything…strange happens.”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to move along.” I say, dismissing him. Asshole. I drop the card in the trash can the moment he turns his back, wheeling the case behind him.

Chapter Two

Okay, so the curiosity got the better of me by the end of the day and I fished the card out of the can. I’m not sure if it was just a pipe-dream about Samara or the weird daydreams I’d been having. They were hot, don’t get me wrong. I’ve fantasized about my co-worker before, but never quite to that level. It was basically a delicious comeuppance scene that ended up with my dick down her throat.

Well, he gave me a fake card. It’s easy for me to decide that because of his university faculty photo on their website. Unless it was taken years ago, they weren’t the same guy. The guy on the site was on the high end of the nerd scale, only missing the pocket protector and the tape around the bridge of his glasses. The only resemblance to the male God that had gone through my line was around the eyes. Brothers maybe?

I’m thinking about sending him a sternly-worded email through my TSA account, but that’s probably not a good idea. People these days would just throw it out to the media and it would get blown all out of proportion.

Another beer, then bed. It’s decided. Maybe one more review of the porn I downloaded the other night. The actress’s resemblance to Samara was remarkable…yeah, that’s settled as well.

The dreams start almost immediately. I wake up thinking it’s the middle of the night, but a quick glance at the clock tells me I haven’t even been out for an hour yet. I shift uncomfortably, the aches and pains from my nightly workout are particularly bad tonight. Hell, I don’t even know why I put myself through it. I’m not getting the best results and besides, it’s not going to make me any fucking taller, is it? Even the five-three girls are putting five-ten and above only on their profiles. How’s a guy supposed to deal with that; what with their constant griping about us shaming them for their bodies?

The dream was good, though. I was pretty much that guy from the airport today, and Samara was at my knees in some sort of harem costume, those dark brown eyes just begging me for something. I see the rise of the sheet as my cock twitches, just picturing it. One more? No, too tired and sore.

It’s the chill that finally wakes me up in the morning. Shit. I pull my feet back in. They’ve pushed out from the bottom of the blanket and are hanging off the foot of the bed. I’m thinking I must have been really tossing and turning from the soreness, but even that seems to be thankfully gone. I look at the clock and it’s still early, so more sleep is in order. I push myself backwards, trying to get back into my regular position, but my head immediately cracks on the headboard.

“Son of a…” I curse, sitting upright. Well, awake now. Time for some decent coffee this morning before switching to the crap at work.

Jeez. As I’m standing I peel the t-shirt off over my head. It’s all twisted or something, because it feels tight as hell. That’s when I see my arm. Okay, you’re going to laugh, but the first impression was that I was having an allergic reaction to something. I was seeing the muscles there as some sort of angry swelling. Really.

Crossing to the mirror, it hits me that it isn’t swelling, and it’s not limited to just my arms. I’m looking at myself like I’m a stranger. Honestly. There’s simply no explanation for the changes that seem to have come overnight, although words go through my head almost immediately.

Please call me if anything…strange happens.

Yeah, between you and me, I’d categorize this as strange. I go into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, but the last few grounds are all that are staring at me from the can. Fuck. I look at the clock again. There’s always time for good coffee. I’ve started to go to the little market down the street. It’s a little bit farther than the one I used to go, but it’s run by Iyad’s family and I feel good supporting someone that’s quickly becoming my best friend. Well, that and it’s usually staffed by his sister, Amira. She’s about my size, and it’s a nice change to be looking right at eye level into those gorgeous, dark pools.

Okay, so yeah, there’s that. My jeans don’t fit. I guess I’m going to mentally deal with this, but I think I’m delaying that until after I’ve had my coffee. I’m normally a pretty skeptical person, so the assumption is that at some point, I’ll wake the hell up and things will be normal again. For the time-being, though, the sweatpants come out. Never really wore them because they were too long. Today, though, they’re perfect

Down the street and to the shop, I do notice eyeballs on me, but that’s nothing new. The bell hanging from the doorway jingles as I walk in, my eyes immediately hunting for whatever new roast they might have in today.

“Good morning sir.” I can tell it’s Amira before I even turn around. I love her voice. Low and musical it’s about the only think that could drag me away from the thought of coffee at this hour of the morning.

“Hey, Amira.” I say, turning around. Something odd about her, not to mention the odd expression on her face.

“I’m sorry, sir. Do I know you.”

“Uh, it’s Tim.” I say. Shit, I’ve been coming in here every day for at least a month. Thought it was going well…

She gives me another once-over, then a realization seems to come over her. “I’m…sorry. You just look really…different.” She says.

Oh yeah, there’s that. So, it’s probably not just in my imagination.

“I’ve been working out.” I say. It just comes out. Defensiveness seems to be kind of a default with me. “Normally I just wear baggier clothes.”

Amira’s coming out from behind the counter and I finally realize what’s different about her, right before she vocalizes it. “…and are about a foot shorter.” She says, looking up at me for the first time. For me, it’s strange as well. Not really any way to downplay that, is there?

I’m stammering and deciding what I want to say as she brushes past me, her eyes on my chest in one of my overly tight t-shirts. My own eyes take their leave as she passes, headed for the front door of the shop. The short skirt amplifies those incredibly athletic legs and her own tight t-shirt is doing amazing things as well. She’s wearing running shoes, though she’d probably be wearing heels if she didn’t have to stand all day. The outfit practically begged for them, designed to be a slap in the face on her more conservative family traditions, most likely.

For once, I think about complimenting her looks, but I’m distracted by what she’s doing. I watch her twist the lock on the door and flip the sign over from ‘open’ to the one with the clock reading ‘be back in…’ Amira seems to set the little dial randomly before turning back to face me, those dark eyes practically dancing under her lids.

Going for it! “Amira, you look…”

“Shh.” She whispers, taking me by the hand. There’s not much I can do but follow her as she heads towards the back of the store, dragging me behind, her eyes still darting here and there at me over her shoulder.

Okay, so I’m still oblivious enough not to know what the heck is going on until we pass through the little curtain in the back. There’s a little living area back there, though I know there’s a full apartment over the top. She finally turns to face me, blushing. “This is it for now, at least until I can afford to move out completely. It’s either this or still with the whole family upstairs. Iyad’s so lucky he has his own place, now.

Iyad. The name starts bringing up guild, which is my first hint of realization about what is happening. Well, the second is her pushing the waistband of my sweats down to my knees before pushing me down to the couch with a thump. The gorgeous young thing follows me, her hands pushing the sweats down farther as she takes their place between my legs.

“Amira, I…” The pause isn’t nerves, isn’t speechlessness. Well, in a way it is. I suddenly realized that there’s nothing that really needs to be said at this moment, especially with her fingers wrapping around my rapidly rising cock.

She looks up at me, a new fire breathing life into those already gorgeous eyes of hers. “I need to keep quiet, or we’ll wake up nana.”

I don’t really know how to respond to that either, but my body certainly knows how to respond when she sticks out her tongue and draws a wet line from the base of my shaft to the head, where it circles around my foreskin with clinical precision. Again, my body knows what’s going on, and that’s all that really matters at this point. With a sweeping final circumnavigation of the head, those gorgeous lips take me into her wet mouth and I can’t help but to groan in pleasure. Amira’s obviously done this before, and I feel silly for having thought of her otherwise. Sure, she’s only nineteen, if I remember Iyad right, but there was something in the innocence of her face that kept me from picturing that she’d be anything but the shrinking virgin, surprised and blushing at every dirty detail of the things I’d imagined doing to her all these weeks.

I guess it isn’t really until those lips are three-quarters of the way down my cock that I realize that those things just might be about to happen. All of them. My hand goes to her braided hair, feeling the movement of that pretty head as she starts bobbing up and down on my cock, hungrily and noisily. I’m afraid that this is going to be a pretty short event, but somehow, I don’t feel the urgency. Heck, I’ve cum faster just fantasizing about this. Her tongue is doing amazing things and she keeps glancing up at me with those beautiful eyes. Already, though, I’m wanting more and some of the dreams from the previous night are cropping back in, blurring the lines between this reality and that one. The women in the dreams, above all, were begging for me to service them, in no uncertain terms, telling me all the dirty things that were well within what they were willing to allow to get the seed from my cock.

Gripping the braids a little tighter, I feel as much as watch those lips descend my shaft on her next trip down. This time, though, I arrest the upward sweep of her head when she has reached her limit, holding her in place. A moment later, I press down, increasing the pressure on her head bit by bit as she takes more of me into her mouth. I feel her gagging, but I also feel the head of my cock wedge into her throat, which just serves to drive me on. I do let her back up, and she gasps for air, a trickle of drool pouring down over my slick shaft as she stares up at me.

“Make me take it all.” She whispers, coughing a little bit just before taking the head back between her lips. This time, my hands guide her sweet head the whole way, only slowing when my cock reaches her throat. I can feel her body tense up, her palms pressed flat against my thighs as I continue to force myself into her mouth, pressing down firmly, burying that gorgeous face in my lap. Even with that, I don’t feel anywhere near being done. I’ve never been with a Persian girl before, and my mind is already on the mystery of what is between those sexy legs.

Her lips still locked on the base of my cock, I feel the spasms in her young body as I pull her t-shirt up to her head. As I let her go, her movement back to her heels draws the shirt off over her braided hair, revealing far bigger breasts than I had ever imagined, smashed into an elaborate and uncomfortable looking bra.

“Take it off.” I whisper, somewhat surprised at my own words and actions so far. They’re coming from a man with far more confidence than I’m feeling right now, but still they come. The most amazing part is that she follows them like an order. Yeah, about the most amazing breast I’ve ever seen make their appearance, her olive skin perfect and almost glowing in the low light of the little alcove. Darker nipples are standing out hard against that gorgeous skin as I cup them both, tweaking the nipples a bit as I weigh them in my hands.

Her eyes are closed and her face seems to be a mask of pleasure as I work them in my hands, but a twitch of my cock serves as a reminder that I’m on a time-limit here…not to mention it’s the moment I realize that my uniform is highly likely to not fit. I stand up, my cock bumping into her lips again as she kneels before me, and I take a few slow, deep thrusts into her mouth before urging her up onto the couch on her knees, tugging her skirt up to her waist.

In no time, I’ve got her panties off, which go into my pocket. I’d always wanted to keep trophies, I just never pulled down the big game before. Hardly even bothering to look over my spoils, my face buries quickly between her legs as she spreads them just a bit more. I can smell her, and a moment later I finally get to taste her. Musky, sweet, hot to the touch of my lips as I push my tongue up inside her trembling young body. I hear her start to moan, then see movement as she presses her own hand over her mouth to stifle the noises. It almost sounds like whimpering as I enjoy her flesh with my mouth, driving her on and on, my hands crushing those glorious ass cheeks as I spread them wide to bury my face deeper into her incredible body.

The orgasm is a reward in and of itself; an ego-boost that I hadn’t even been thinking of or expecting. It rolls through her flesh like a wave, tensing muscles here, causing others to quiver there. The stifled sounds are even more desperate by the time I’m standing behind her, guiding my cock towards that slippery and pre-primed entrance. Is this all just a dream? No time to worry about that. As unexpectedly practiced as her gorgeous mouth had turned out to be, her pussy held the innocence I had expected from her lips, or at least a very convincing illusion of it. Amira braces herself with her hands gripping the back of the couch, threatening to tear the fabric as she buries her mouth in the cushions, moaning loudly as my unrelenting cock spreads her wide, sliding into her tight body with ease. Her own wetness aids the passage, but her body is the tightest thing I can remember, and this time, I’m sure that it’s going to limit how long I can spend using it. Regaining my grip on those perfect cheeks, I withdraw, this time spearing back inside much harder and faster, causing a grunt into the cushion.

Somewhere, I’ve lost my normal style. Where I’m normally a pretty gentle lover, I’m pounding into that gorgeous, young body, practically banging her head into the wall with each thrust. It’s like I’m reading that from her body, though, reading what she desires, and I’m more than willing to provide it. It is becoming too much though. The explosion is going to come soon and the gentle part of me that remains wants to warn her.

“I’m going to cum, Amira.” I whisper.

She looks over her shoulder at me, her mouth still glistening from the thrusts of my cock. Her eyes are glazed and lusty. “Cum in me, Tim.” She gasps. “Please fill me with that cum.”

“Are you on something?” I ask, only answered by a quick nod as she turns to face the wall again, another orgasm wracking her nubile body as I continue to slam in and out, the sounds of slapping the loudest thing in the little alcove. I hear my own grunt, trying not to think about her being my friend’s sister as I start blasting inside of her, wondering just how much cum I’ll be able to spray into that willing flesh before it overflows and starts running down her legs. It seems to go on forever, but she’s frozen in place, almost sighing as my cock continues to throb inside of her body.

“Wow.” I gasp, but she’s already on her way down, spinning around to take me back into her mouth, milking the last of it out of my aching cock with the tightness of her cheeks caving in around it as she bobs back and forth.

Iyad does come to mind, though, as I see the clock on the wall. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have any of your brother’s old uniforms hanging around here, would you?”

Chapter Three

Samara didn’t say a word to me in the breakroom, but I did catch her looking. I’ve been sitting as much as possible, because while the newfound muscles and more chiseled jawline can be somewhat explained, the gain of almost a foot of height would be much more difficult. I’ve left a voicemail from the archaeology guy, Kane, but there’s been no response as of yet. The distinct impression is now that the guy on the university website is definitely the same guy, with the same changes that have come over me.

It’s that thing. I touched it and it’s changed me somehow. Hell, even my own personality seems like it’s changing. I feel like I can do anything, run anywhere, lift anything…have anyone.

Iyad rolls in and the first thing I feel is guilt. Do I say something? No, definitely not.

“Tim.” He says, automatic in his greeting, but then he takes a moment to actually look at me. “Shit, you’re looking good today. Maybe I should have gone to that boot camp thing with you after all.”

“Hey, when you’ve got it, you’ve got it.” I say, putting down my just-emptied coffee.

He laughs. “Now, if you were as tall as me, you’d finally be able to get in Samara’s pants.”

That’s exactly what I plan to do, but I’m not going to do it right away. I suddenly feel the urge to make her squirm a little beforehand, that is, if I can make her as hot under the collar as Amira had been. Something about the memory of the dreams, the way the girls, including Sam, looked at the guy yesterday, and Amira’s hunger this morning tells me that it’s not completely out of the realm of what’s possible.

“Or maybe your sister’s pants.” I want to clap my hand over my mouth the moment I say it, but it’s already out there. Where the hell did that come from?

Fortunately, Iyad laughs. “My sister would never go for a white guy. She likes tall, dark and handsome; not short, pale and…well, you’re looking decent today, I’ll give you that.”

Our typical ribbing, so I’m safe for now. I’m not sure how possessive he is about the gorgeous little shop girl, but I’m not keen on finding out right now.

The day progresses differently from every other day since I’ve worked here. The majority of the women are still making their way through my line, even though it’s shorter. It’s shorter because Samara’s line is barely moving. She seems to be spending more time than usual inspecting bags, because it lets her face me and I catch her glancing over all the time. The dark-skinned goddess has taken notice, and it’s keeping the smile on my face, but I’m determined to hold out.

Well, determined until I look up from the Czech passport that’s just been shoved under my window. The girl in the photo is cute, but nothing like the girl that I’m looking at. My first thought is supermodel, though my second thought is more what I’m hoping. Porn star. Anyway, her long, blonde hair and the most incredible crystal-blue eyes are staring down at me. Six foot. That’s what the quick glance back down at the passport tells me.

“Is there some trouble, sir?” She asks, in heavily accented English. Heavily sexy accented English, I might add.

“This looks nothing like you.” I tell her.

She smiles, and it just adds to her beauty. “It’s from when I was in school.”

“Well, we’re going to need to look through your bag.” I tell her. A minute later and I’m rifling through her things, panties, lingerie, it’s all turning me on, as is the look of hunger that I recognize from Amira’s eyes.

“Johnson. I’m going to have to take miss…Luberc…to a private room for a more thorough inspection.” I say, leaning my head into her window. “You got this?”

She nods, and I definitely see that look in those chocolate-brown eyes as well. “Sure, Tim. You can call me Samara, though.”

“Johnson’s fine.” I say, trying not to smile. “I want to stay professional.”

The burn in my words is evident as she lowers her eyes. “Come with me, Miss Luberc.” I say, gesturing towards the hallway that contains the windowless interrogation and holding rooms.

I’ve barely gotten the door closed when I hear the model’s voice behind me. “Did you really bring me back her for a search, or did you bring me back here to fuck me?”

I turn to face her, the thought of playing any kind of games completely abandoned. “Oh, I certainly brought you back here to fuck you, baby.” I say.

Seeing her whole body shudder in pleasure is just about the best thing that’s happened to me today.

“Oh, thank you sir. I was so hoping that was the reason. I hope to be able to please you.”

Okay, so that’s the best thing that’s happened to me today. I press her back towards the table with my lips on hers, a part of me realizing that apparently, I’m a bit over six feet now, since it’s not a stretch. The heels are bringing her up to just about exactly my height. The lips quickly become the focus, but I’m picturing them on my cock, not on my own. I hear the table clatter as her ass runs into it, sliding noisily across the cold, tile floor. The hands on her waist are mine, though the strength that deposits that incredible body on the surface is definitely a new acquisition.

“On your back.” I demand, seeing the light in her eyes as she quickly follows my instructions, whisking her hair to fall over the back of the desk as she lays down, her long legs naturally going up in the air, pushing her skirt up enough that it takes hardly any effort for me to get those panties moving down her hips to eventually end up in my pocket.

I spread her legs with a gentle nudge, coming face to face with the most perfectly bare shaved slit I’ve ever seen in person. Damn, I could bury my face in that thing for hours, I think, but I do realize that I’m on a bit of a countdown. Samara can’t hold the line all day, especially when the next round of arrivals start coming in. Besides, despite the serendipitous nature of this encounter, I can’t let myself forget that I want the black beauty that is my coworker in my bed tonight. I will make that happen before all of this turns out to be a dream or simply wears off somehow.

My tongue actually starts on the gorgeous creature’s ass, which is obviously well-received, before my tongue parts those dewy lips, probing down into her. One of my thumbs is pressing against that tight little bud as I’m going down on her, eliciting a moan. As far as I know, the rooms are soundproof, but I’m not really worried about that for the moment. I’m more worried about just how many times I might be able to bust my nut in and on this gorgeous creature before I have to get back to my work. Work’s about to become much more interesting, if I even bother to come in again. My mind immediately turns to the occasional hot celebrities that come through our section of the airport every once in a while.

Focus, Tim. My focus immediately goes back to the quivering body beneath my lips, my tongue sinking into her over and over as she starts to cum for me. The bucking of her hips forces me to get a better grip on that perfect body, also making my thumb push almost all the way in to the first knuckle that tight ass, lubricated by her now copious juices. She’s moaning full-force now, in another language. I don’t have a clue what she’s saying, but I know for sure what she’s wanting. Well, I at least know for sure what she’s getting. It takes me way longer than I hope to get my cock out of my pants since even though they’re Iyad’s, they still don’t fit quite right. I end up with them around my knees as I push into that heavenly body.

She looks up at me, those perfectly blue eyes doing a perfect job of translating what I can’t understand in her moaning pleas. It’s the cock. She wants the cock as much as Amira had; as much as Samara obviously wants it. I’m already running through a playlist of every way I’m going to use that one’s deliciously dark flesh before I finally let her get some sleep.

The blond is having another orgasm, bucking back and forth on my hard cock as I continue to hammer it into her body. One of her heels has already dropped to the floor and I see the other in my field of view as I drag her closer to the edge of the table, pushing her knees back hard so I can pound that beautiful pussy even harder. Damn, I’ve always wanted to get my hands on a woman a beautiful as this one, and here I am. I’m still curious to hear back from the archaeologist, but if he’s going to mention anything about turning whatever this is off, I’ll fight to the death to keep it from happening. Not only do I suddenly have the body of a god, chicks like this one are practically throwing themselves down on my cock.

I toss her one remaining heel aside before I flip her over, planting her toes back down on the floor, her legs spread wide as I keep her chest and face pressed flat to the surface of the desk. My cock slips easily between those legs and into her body again, and again, I’m exploring that delicious ass with my thumb, driving her moans to even higher levels. I do hope there’s soundproofing.

By the time I’m getting ready to load this gorgeous creature with my cum, I’ve managed to push the little table all the way up against the wall with my hard thrusts into her sopping pussy. She’s managed to keep up, inching forward on those beautiful toes in tune with each squeaking movement of the table legs across the floor. Every bit of me is focused on that beautiful body, though. This is a fantasy that I never thought would be fulfilled; not in a million years.

Despite my earlier release with Amira, this one is no less forceful or copious. Blast after blast pumps deep into the beautiful girl, to her obvious, gasping pleasure. She pushes her ass back on me, apparently wanting every drop to go as deep as possible. The pleasure racks my body over and over again until I feel like I’m just shooting air, but I still want more.

I push on her knee, encouraging her to climb onto the table as my cock slips out of her body. She circles around, facing me on her hands and knees as I reach behind me, sliding the heavy metal chair up behind me as I sit. Like something out of a movie, the blonde gathers her gorgeous hair in one hand while somehow managing to arch her beautiful body down enough to take my shaft between those incredible, pouty lips. Nothing’s going to stop me until I’ve felt this girl taking my next load into her stomach.

Oddly, the thought crosses my mind about knocking this girl up. There’s always that distinct possibility, but something also tells me that that might be exactly what this is about. I can hear my phone ringing in my pocket bunched down there at my ankles, but if it’s Kane, he’s just going to have to wait. Not sure what he’ll tell me that I want to hear, though. I’ve got the sides of the blonde bombshell’s head in my hands and I’m encouraging her to take it all. Her skirt is still bunched up at her waist, and the sight of that beautiful ass up there high is awe inspiring, to say the least. Unsurprisingly, her throat puts up little resistance. In fact, I can feel it relaxing even as my cock slides deep down into it, plugging off her airway as I press that pretty face down into my body, pumping my hips up to get that little extra down her throat. We retreat the process a few times, her lips kissing me ferociously in the intervals I’m allowing her to breathe, before guiding those hot lips down over my rock-hard cock once again.

As I start to feel myself getting closer, I rise to my feet, my shaft still buried in her clutching throat, but it gives me more leverage and mobility as I start to saw in and out of her mouth. The blonde seems to be eager to let me fuck that gorgeous face, and I’m not holding anything back at this point. I can hear the wet sloshing as I slide in and out of her throat, knowing that she’s probably building a puddle of drool down in my pants. Hell, I can deal with that later. I use my hands to turn her head and she follows my lead, awkwardly laying first on her side, then on her back, that blonde head and long hair dangling off the edge as I support it with my hands, now using her mouth even harder, watching my cock bulge out her throat as I take what I desire. Her own hands are clamped between her legs, moving furiously as I have my way with her, feeling the pressure of the next load building up in my balls, preparing to give it to her.

It’s even more intense than the first one. I slam my cock all the way to the hilt into the European beauty’s mouth, firing load after load directly into her stomach, her throat constricting over and over on my shaft as it pulses out each thick string of cum.

“Yeah, swallow all that, baby. Good girl.” I say, letting her beautiful throat milk my shaft as I watch her bring herself off to orgasm, her fingers still playing wildly with her clit.

Five minutes later, I’m leading her back through the gates, watching Samara follow me with her eyes. “Sorry for the delay, Miss Luberc.” I say, watching her pick up her paperwork. “And welcome to America!”

She gives me a longing smile and blows me a kiss before turning, still adjusting her skirt as she disappears into the crowd.

Chapter Four

The day’s gone even better than I can imagine. Amira, then the Czech girl, and Samara’s dark and lusty eyes on me all day. During some of the lulls, she’s tried to come over and work up a conversation, but I’ve been rebuffing her all day. The last time around, I was a little more direct.

“You’re going to have to offer me something pretty special, love.” I had said, sending her back to her own station right before another arriving crowd poured in.

The downside to this whole thing, if there is one, is that it’s not just the hot girls that are being bold about their odd attraction to me. It’s pretty much universal, and I’ve had to turn down at least a dozen whispered offers just in the last few hours. I’ve got my eyes set on my coworker, and even though I’m believing that this body has more in it than I could ever imagine, I want her to be the next on my list. Hell, I haven’t even bothered checking the message from the archaeologist. I’ve just been ticking off a list of everything that I’m going to do with the twenty-one-year-old ebony goddess working just ten feet away from me.

This last crowd should be it, though. I’ve seen the replacement shift come in and they should be hitting the floor to relieve us any time now. Samara’s the first one to be relieved, but it’s just a few more minutes before my own comes. I’m fully expecting her to be in the breakroom when I arrive, unlike the usual, where she’s beat feet before I can even get in there to try to talk to her.

I’m not disappointed. She’s coming out of the changing area, and holy shit, she’s looking like a tiger on the prowl. Normally, the best I can hope for is a glimpse of her in her tight workout clothes. I’ve spent many a lonely night imagining that gorgeous, young body glistening with sweat, but even I’m not prepared for what she’s wearing. Short denim shorts, riding high on those gorgeous thighs, probably just barely containing that tremendous ass. Her top is pressing in medium sized breasts, more of a sports bra than anything I’d expect her to wear on the street, but then again, this is New York. The white of the top really accentuates the creamy darkness of her skin in a striking way. Play it cool, Tim.

“Hey, Tim.” She says.

“Samara.” I say, trying to reflect her usual tone with me. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you’d want to go out sometime.”

The smile comes despite my efforts to stop it. “I don’t know. I think I might have picked up a girlfriend this morning.”

Her eyes look wildly disappointed, almost desperate for a moment. “Really?”

I laugh. “Well, I don’t know. I’m not sure if she wanted to be my girlfriend, or just wanted to get in my pants. It’s hard to tell, but a hot girl like you is probably used to that sort of thing, right.”

I see her face darken slightly with the blush. “I was just thinking dinner or something.” She says

Approaching her, I watch her step back a bit, as if intimidated by me. I stop within her personal bubble just as she backs herself into the coffee bar. “Well, I’d be looking for a lot more than that, Sam.” I say. I swear, she licks those beautiful, brown lips unconsciously as my words sink in.

“Well, I do have more than that I could offer.” She says, her eyes coming up to finally meet mine. I want to push her out of her comfort zone, though. Make her struggle a little bit being on the other end of a feeling of desire.

I brush my fingers up her midriff, right up the center from the waistband of her shorts to the bottom of her sports bra. I can see her shiver slightly as the goosebumps ripple across her perfect flesh. “Oh, and what would that be, exactly?” I ask her, deliberately slow.

Samara seems to struggle with her voice for a second, then whispers. “I know you’ve been wanting my body…” There’s a pause, as if she’s deciding whether or not she’s bold enough. She is. “…and now it wants you. Whatever you want, Tim.”

“So, say I wanted you to take my cock all the way down your throat?” I said, tracing the line back down with my finger. She nodded, silently.

“Say I wanted you to plant that big, beautiful ass on my face so I can eat that little pussy while you work my dick with those lips?” This time, a little shudder, but another nod.

“Maybe hammer that hot little pussy of yours with my cock until I fill you with my cum?”

“Yes…please.” She whispered. It was so low and hoarse I could hardly understand it.

“I’m hoping that tight little ass isn’t off the table.” I said, running my finger down over her shorts, right between her legs. They spread a little, unconsciously. “You ever have a cock up there, Sam?”

“No.” She whispers.

I shake my head a little. “That would probably be a deal-breaker, baby.” I whisper.

“It’s not off the table.” She croaks. “I’ve just never done it.”

“Okay.” I say, stepping a little closer, bringing my lips right next to hers. I can see her trembling with desire. “Let’s say you show up at my place around eight. Make sure you’re completely ready give me all of those things.”

Her lips are searching for mine, but I’m holding them deliberately out of reach. “Yes.”

I kiss her, gently, sliding my tongue into her mouth, finally getting to taste the beauty I’ve longed for all these weeks. It breaks, and she sighs deeply. “Now, go get that fine body ready for me.” I say, taking her hand and placing it on the bulge at the front of my uniform pants. I feel the fingers grip my hard shaft tightly, and she shudders again. “Eight. Don’t be late.” I say. She reluctantly releases her grip and moves around me to pass to the door. I slap that beautiful ass hard. “Don’t forget to get that little thing ready for me. Gonna save that one for last.”

Samara’s face is lust and anxiety personified as she shuffles out of the breakroom.

Chapter Five

The line connects and I do recognize the voice. It’s definitely the same guy from the security line the other day, and it takes me a moment to get him to remember who he’s talking to. Hell, if he’s experiencing the same thing, it’s a wonder he has time to take a phone call. From nerd to alpha-male, just as I’ve done, though maybe not so much on the nerd end of things.

“Look.” I say. “I really just want to know if this is permanent.

“So, you’ve experienced the changes as well?” He asks, his voice excited.

“Yeah, yeah. Is it permanent?”

The line goes quiet for a moment, but he comes back on. “Well, it’s been about two weeks for me and there doesn’t seem to be any sign of the effect diminishing. It actually starts becoming a burden.”

I just laugh. “Yeah, I don’t see that happening anytime soon, Doc.”

“Try going to see your mother.” Kane says

Well, I hadn’t thought of that. She’d just have to settle for a call. Besides, she barely remembers me anyway, thanks to the dementia. Might be interesting to find out if it still had the same effect on someone in a compromised mental state. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The conversation suddenly turns much less scientific. “So, have you…taken advantage of it yet?”

My answer comes quickly. “Hells yes. Who the fuck wouldn’t? This girl came through the line today, absolutely had to have been a porn star, both by the way she looked and…”

“What about the hot TSA girl?”

“As a matter of fact, we have a date tonight?”

Kane chuckles. “Well, I’m betting you’ve got the impression of what it is they’re wanting from you, right?”

“To be knocked up? Yeah, that didn’t take much past the first one.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

“I’m more than happy to give them what they want.” I say, smiling as I hear the train slowing to a stop at my station. “Hey, in fact, gotta go get ready for my date. I’d be surprised to hear that you weren’t doing the same.”

Laughter at the other end. “Well, my ex is currently under my desk working out some ideas right now.”

“Your ex?” I ask.

“Yeah, she dumped me about two days before all this happened. She wasn’t too nice about it, but I’m still a bit fond of her.”

I laugh back. “Yeah, my date wasn’t too keen on me yesterday, but she did a good job convincing me that I should give her a chance.” I say. “And hey…thanks.”

“Well, it wasn’t really planned, but then again, I probably should have shipped it. Anyway, enjoy it and please get in touch if anything unusual happens.”

“That I’ll do.” I say, then watch as the train doors open and the line disconnects. I whistle all the way back to my apartment, definitely drawing stares. Mostly from women.

Chapter Six

I watch the clock tick over to eight and my eyes immediately go to the door. Within a second, two light taps echo through the wood. I smile, rising to my feet. The moment of glory has finally arrived. I’ve been kicking myself for hours about not having her come early, but I’m actually hoping that the extra time has had her stewing in her panties as well.

The sports bra’s been covered with a tight t-shirt, but the shorts are still the same. I’m impressed that she’s hiked all this way from the subway in those hot, strappy heels as well.

“Samara. You look great.” I say, ushering her in. She seems to be everything she usually isn’t. Timid, submissive, and nervous. I break the ice by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in for a kiss. She attacks my mouth back, just as her body melts into mine. I can feel my cock getting hard already.

“I didn’t know what to wear.” She says when it breaks.

I push her to arms-length, making it obvious that I’m exploring that perfect body with my eyes. “You look great, but it doesn’t matter. I want all those clothes off, baby. I want you naked as a jaybird so I can get at everything I want.”

The timid look comes back. “Now?”

I laugh. “Yeah. Now.” I cross over to the stereo, flipping it on. “You dance?”

This time, the blush is tremendous, darkening her whole face and her eyes can’t stay on mine. “I don’t…”

“Let’s get that out of your vocabulary, Sam.” I say. “Unless I’m hurting you, you do; whatever it is I’m telling you.”

Her desperation is delicious. She’s still staring, but it’s mostly at my crotch. A new song starts. “Okay, let’s see you move that bod.”

Samara pulls it off. She pulls it off remarkably well, actually. Her gorgeous, dark skin is doing a number on me but it seems to distract her greatly when I pull my throbbing cock out of my shorts.

“Keep dancing, baby.” I say. “Don’t worry, I’ll be filling that body with enough cum you might as well start picking out names, honey. And if it doesn’t work the first go-around, you’re more than welcome to stop by and get some more, if you know what I mean.”

As playfully as she can manage, her nerves obviously loosening up from my words, she finally strips off the panties, tossing them into my lap. I smile, bringing them to my nostrils. Oh, sweet heaven.

She’s just standing there, still swaying, as if hypnotized by the cock I’m slowly stroking. I gesture to her. “C’mere, baby. Why don’t you get the first one out of the way and climb up on this cock? I know you want it. Show me how much fun you’re going to give me with that body.

Samara looks like she’s trying to restrain herself from desperately attacking my shaft, still moving to the rhythm of the music as she approaches me. God, those legs are more gorgeous than I ever imagined, and the slightly darker patch between them is even more exciting than I had hoped for. One foot goes up to the seat of the couch, leaving that incredible pussy right in front of my eyes for a moment, before she braces her hands on my shoulders, stepping up with the other foot.

“Yeah, get that little body on this cock, gorgeous.” I say as she starts lowering herself downward. I grip my cock, aiming it up at her as she comes closer and closer. I feel the wetness at the same time as I feel the softness of her lips as her descending weight causes my cock to part them. I see her close her eyes as she keeps going down, my shaft stretching the wall of her body wide, causing her to gasp in pleasure. I grip her cheeks with my hands, bringing her in for a kiss as I continue to invade her body at her own pace. “That’s it, baby. Slide all the way down on that dick. Get that thing way up in you and I’ll be filling you with the cum you want before you know it.”

Samara’s gorgeous young body shudders, her hand wrapping tightly around me as she hits orgasm the moment her ass bottoms out on my lap. The pulsing and gripping inside of her are tremendous, but I hold myself back, pushing her back a little to attack those beautiful breasts with my mouth, pulling hard on the firm nipples with my teeth, making them stand up like dark pencil erasers.

“God, it’s so big.” She whispers in my ear.

“And you’re tight as fuck.” I admit. “Now show me you want to earn that cock, baby.”

Samara almost immediately starts to undulate those gorgeous hips back and forth, letting me slide in and out of her body as she uses the strength of her legs to lift her up and down. My hands are on that gorgeous ass and I squeeze it, even as I feel her pussy working magic on my throbbing shaft. I work my fingers around until I’m pressing against her tightly-sealed ass, making her gasp, but not interrupting her rhythm.

“Yeah, baby.” I tell her. “I’m going to give you a load right now, then we’re going to get to the fun stuff. I’m going to take this little hole slow at first.”

I say all this, picking up some of the wetness of her cunt with my finger, using it to run a wet circle over her virgin hole. “I’m going to take your ass nice and gentle, but then I’m going to break it in. I’m going to fuck that ass in every position I can imagine, then I might have to look some up.”

Samara’s moans escalate as she cums again, and I can feel her wetness running between my legs from the intensity of her desire. Yeah, this hottie’s going to have to call in to work tomorrow because I’m not going to let her get a lick of sleep tonight.

She’s still not able to form more than just moans by the time I’m getting close, using her hips to slam her light body up and down on my cock, over and over again, driving her wild. Even the moans are just a guttural hum when I push her down as hard as possible, firing that first promised load up into her waiting womb. She crushes herself down even more, trying to seal my cock inside of her as I fire over and over again, her beautiful eyes fluttering in satisfaction with each blast.

“Good girl.” I say, smiling. “This is going to go well. Just sit there and relax for a bit, let that soak in there good and deep. You know that’s what you want.”

Sam sighs out a huge ‘yesss’, grinding her hips down again on my shaft, which is still almost completely hard inside of her rippling flesh. This body certainly has more and more advantages to it the more I get used to it.

“As soon as you’re ready, I want you on your knees right here.” I say, patting the edge of the couch. We’re going to see how well you can suck cock.”

Remarkably well, as it turns out. I’ve got that straight, long hair bunched up in a fist at the top of her head, feeling those silky lips sliding down my cock. She’s been going at it for a while, and it only took a little effort for me to train the whole length of it down her throat. That beautiful body didn’t rest long. She was off me, eagerly taking me between those full lips within minutes of me telling her what I wanted next. At the moment, I’m holding her in place, feeling the urgency of her need to breathe, but I think she can go a little bit longer, so I hold her in place, watching that hot little ass move back and forth as if she’s trying to keep herself from panicking. “That’s it, baby. Just a little bit longer. I want to feel your tongue on my balls.”

Samara calms a little and I finally let her up, but only long enough to let her get a huge gulp of air before I start fucking her pretty face as roughly as I had the girl in the airport. “Good girl, good girl. I’m going to cum in your mouth, not down your throat. I want you to taste it, and I want to feel you swallowing all of it down.”

The ebony beauty nods her head as I thrust my hips up and down into her mouth, taking her throat over and over again as her saliva boils down the length of my shaft. I hold her head firmly in place, just the head of my cock between her sweet lips as I erupt, shooting load after load up into her mouth, feeling her struggle to swallow as it accumulates rapidly. Swallow after swallow it goes, the amazing cock I’m now the proud owner of showing off its seemingly unending supply of hot, sticky fluid. After a minute passes, Sam is eagerly milking my cock between her lips with her hot little hands, then gives me a sticky and passionate smile as she comes up.

“Tell me what’s next, baby.” I say, kissing her on those wet lips.

“You’re going to fuck my ass.” She whispers.

“What do you think about that, Sam?” I ask, running one hand down from her shoulders to the small of her back, right where that delicious behind starts sloping upward.

“I’m scared, but I do want it.” She whispers.

“But you didn’t even want to talk to me just yesterday, you gorgeous little slut.” I say, holding her face with one hand so I can look in her eyes.

“I was wrong.” She whispers. “Now I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to be the first.”

There’s truth in her eyes, and even I can’t believe it. I’ve changed so much in twenty-four hours that I’m now completely irresistible to her, and I’m going to take full advantage of it.

“Get up, gorgeous.” I say. “You’ve got something in your purse, I’m betting. Go get it.”

“It’s inside me already, too.” She says. “I watched a video.”

I laugh. “Good for you.” I say, watching her retrieve the lubricant from her purse. “Now, get that cock good and ready for you. I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to fuck you.”

Samara lovingly tends to my cock, liberally dosing it. “Do you want me to sit on it?” She asks, and I can see for the first time that she’s actually getting a little eager for it.

“No, baby. Go over to the table. Now bend over at the waist.” I come up behind her as she complies with my orders, nudging her knee so she cocks it up onto the table surface. That gorgeous body is in the best presentation can imagine, right at the right height for my new, augmented body.

True to my word, I do take it slow, giving that incredibly tight hole time to adjust to the swelled hardness of my cock. She’s moaning like crazy by the time I’m planted as deep as I can in her hot bowels, panting and almost hyperventilating. I reach under her stomach and rub that sensitive clit until she cums under my touch, pushing her tight ass back onto my cock over and over again in her spasms of passion.

As her body relaxes, I continue to increase the force and speed of my thrusts, going from a slow and steady slide to a long and deep pounding that rocks her small frame with each grunting blow. She’s found her voice, and I realize I don’t give a damn if the neighbors hear. Hell, hopefully I can catch the redhead, Sally, in the elevator on the way to work in the morning, that is, if I bother to go. It may take me more than just the night to get my fill of the little black goddess taking my aching shaft in her ass.

Epilogue

Yeah, so I never made it back to work the next morning and haven’t been back since. Certainly not since I found that the more wealthy socialites were more than happy to see that that wasn’t necessary, as long as I was paying them an occasional visit. It’s been over a month now, and the effects of whatever happened aren’t going away. I am expecting to start hearing back from some of the earlier ones, though who knows; whatever this whole thing is may be taking care of that on its own. Samara’s been by a few times, and I think I’m getting used to that. I might even tell her to go ahead and move in.

One thing I can be certain about is that I never want to go back to the way my life was before. The knock on the door makes me smile, because it’s been a long time coming. I had trouble tracking her down, but a visit to her office this morning has likely had her stewing in her own desire all day.

“Hey, glad you could make it….” I say, trailing off as I show her in.

“Karen.” She says.

“Right!” I say, leading her to the couch. I simply sit down, looking up at her as I pull my shaft out of my shorts, watching her big green eyes grow wider and wider. “Let’s talk about overcompensating, love.”