MJ was trying to finish an article, but her mind kept replaying the events of what she had done the previous night. It was like a movie stuck on repeat, showing all the intense moments from that terrifying yet thrilling experience. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the fact that she fucked a man she was determined to take down and a woman she just met outside a lesbian club. Despite not wanting to admit it, there was no denying the pleasure she felt being with both of them sexually. MJ had always been a good girl, but everything changed when a genetically enhanced plant made it impossible for her to remain that way.
The slightest sexual desire MJ felt now was impossible to resist, and she acted on it. She may not have liked it, but she understood why sex happened between her and Greenworth. Long before inhaling the plant spores, she had been sexually attracted to him and felt the desire to have the man between her thighs. The spark had always been there, unlike with Tina, who was a woman, and MJ never expected to feel any attraction toward another girl. The spores not only revealed she had lesbian tendencies but that sex between another woman was more pleasurable than with a man.
What disturbed MJ the most about last night was that the spores didn’t force her to do anything. All the spores did was strip away the fear, doubts, and uncertainties that held her back from acting on her true desires. Everything that happened that night occurred because deep down she wanted it. MJ had always hidden behind the persona of a sweet, innocent girl, pretending she didn’t have a sexual side. She had always felt a desire to explore her sexuality, but fear and shame kept her from doing so.
How MJ saw other women had shifted from innocent admiration to more sexual curiosity. That morning, when she saw Brenda, a fellow reporter and friend at the Daily News, she caught herself staring at the woman's breasts. MJ realized she had developed a carnal fascination for the female body. However, this new interest also revealed the limitation of the spores' influences. It wasn't enough to have desires for someone and the other person must feel the same toward her before anything could happen.
MJ couldn’t believe she just felt the urge to have sex with her friend. She was still feeling the effects of having incredible sex, and her body was craving more of it. She found it difficult to ignore these newfound urges that were raging inside her now or the fact that she enjoyed the experience far more than she should have. The way Greenworth treated her like his personal whore should have made her angry but instead the thought of it made her wet.
Closing her eyes for a moment, MJ pushed the thought of sex out of her mind, so she could focus on the story she was working on. Once she finished it, she headed toward the supply room, not because she needed anything, but because she wanted to be alone to think. Ever since inhaling those plant spores, she felt different, as if she no longer had control over herself sexually. The weight on MJ’s shoulders had lifted, leaving behind a light, looser sensual feeling inside. It was like being on the edge of desire where she was easily aroused.
As she stared at the shelf stocked with paper, printer ink, pens, and other office supplies, everything seemed to blur as her mind drifted back to what she had done in Greenworth’s car. MJ had been curious about what it would be like to perform oral sex on someone and last night, she finally found out. It was far better than she had imagined, though she wished it hadn’t been with Greenworth. Lost in the memory of her sucking Greenworth’s dick in his car, she didn’t notice that someone had quietly entered the room.
It wasn’t until MJ felt the warmth of a man's body pressing against her, his hands resting on her hips, that she realized she was no longer alone. She didn’t need to look to know who it was because she already knew. She had been dreading this moment since last night and MJ hoped to avoid this man until she got her cure from Greenworth.
He was Randy Davis, a very handsome coworker, and a womanizer who had been trying to get her into bed since she started working there. The way he went after women was like a game to him, his goal was to sleep with every woman that he could, married or not. He saw women as objects to satisfy his every sexual need. More than once, she had caught him undressing her with his eyes, his gaze lingering on her breasts.
“When you passed me in the hall, I could see your headlights. I can always tell when a girl isn’t wearing a bra. You got some amazing tits, and I would love to see them,” Randy said as he played with the hem of MJ's shirt.
She wasn’t wearing a bra; the outline of her nipples was visible through her thin cotton shirt. The state of arousal she had been in made that fact quite obvious. MJ never went out without her bra, but the spores had corrupted her senses. Last night, she discovered how comfortable it was not wearing one. MJ also found she enjoyed the freeing sensation of her bare breasts rubbing against soft fabric.
Fear danced with the fast beat of MJ’s heart as she felt Randy’s intimate embrace, along with the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock pressing against her rear. She didn’t want things to go like they did last night with Greenworth, and it wouldn’t as long there was no desire for it to happen. But Randy had been desiring to fuck her for some time now. She could easily end her predicament with a sharp elbow to his ribs, yet she didn’t do it. Why wasn’t she putting up a fight? Surely, she didn’t have any desire to sleep with this womanizing sleazebag.
The answer to her query soon came when Randy tested her boundaries by sneaking his index finger beneath the hem of her shirt. He lightly teased her skin, sliding it across her belly, sending a jolt of electrifying pleasure through her. Closing her eyes, MJ knew she might not wish for this, but it didn’t stop her from desiring him to push things further.
MJ didn’t know if he could sense her inability to say no, but she knew he had her when he slid his hand inside her shirt. She felt his strong, warm, and inviting hand resting on her stomach for a moment before it went higher. She let out a low moan as Randy gently took her right breast in his hand and tenderly massaged it. As he softly caressed her breast, he undid her pants with his other hand. MJ stared at a package of ink cartridges on the shelf as she felt the hands of a man having his way with her. His fingers slipped into her panties, passing through her pubic hair until they were deep inside of her wet pussy.
Randy took his time fingering her, slowly playing with her pussy while twisting one of her nipples between his fingers. Lost in sexual pleasure, MJ let out a series of moans as her stomach tightened, and she could feel an orgasm rising from within her. Just before it overtook her, Randy began rapidly fingering her in a fast, intense motion until she came hard against his hand.
Refusing to look at his face when he turned her around, MJ didn’t resist as he moved to remove her shirt. MJ raised her arms in defeat as he grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head. Randy, the third person to be intimate with her in less than a day, wasted no time, he took her left breast into his mouth. He sucked on it with great care before doing the same with the other. MJ's erect, pink nipples were wet from Randy’s saliva and had a delightful ache to them.
“I think I earn a reward after pleasing you so unselfishly,” Randy said with a smirk.
Dropping to her knees, MJ knew exactly what he wanted and, God help her, she wanted it too. Ever since she first sucked Greenworth’s cock, MJ had fallen in love with the act. She loved everything about it, the way it felt around her lips, and how it slid across her tongue as it went down her throat. The sensation of having her mouth filled with creamy cum wasn’t something she just liked now but also craved. When he pulled out his dick in the car, she reacted in pure lust and knew it wasn’t because of the spores.
With excited hands, MJ undid Randy’s pants and was delighted to see he wasn’t wearing any underwear. As her eyes focused on his dark black pubic hair, she felt a jolt of sexual excitement rush through her as she pulled out his cock. Randy’s penis wasn’t as impressive as Greenworth's, but it was still beautiful and slightly bigger than her ex, Frank. The way it hung out of his pants, like a meaty, tasty sausage, made her eager to wrap her lips around it devouring the juices from it.
The fire of sexual lust that she felt consumed her as she held onto the base of Randy’s dick. MJ slid the man's cock into her mouth, slowly savoring each moment as she bobbed her head. She didn't care if she was caught, taking her time to enjoy giving one of her co-workers a blow job. A wave of bitter salty sweetness washed over her tongue when her mouth was filled with cum. She swallowed down the taste before letting out a smile. After a brief pause, her eyes still fixed on Randy's semi-hard penis, she wanted very badly to repeat the act once again.
Randy gently laid MJ onto her back, she still couldn’t bear to look at him and let her gaze be fixed on the ceiling above. He slowly removed her shoes, and she raised her ass as her pants and panties were pulled away. She felt his strong, firm hands on her legs, pushing them apart, followed by the heat of his breath on her thigh. MJ bit her knuckle, and a moan escaped her lips as a well-experienced tongue slid across her womanly womb. Closing her eyes, lost in the sensations of a tongue, exploring her love flower and sucking the sweet nectar from it. He was good but wasn't as skilled as Tina.
“Mmmm fuck! Mmmm, I am cumming,” MJ moaned out.
MJ clutched a handful of Randy's hair, her back arching as intense pleasure surged through her. She bit her lips, trying to keep herself from screaming out. Thinking it was over, but he wasn't finished with her just yet. He crawled on top of her, his sexual magnetism overwhelming, and she felt his cock enter her with one quick thrust. She wrapped her legs around him as he started fucking her in a steady rhythm. Each thrust of his hips made her moan out, and her cries echoed within the small room. MJ was hit again with another orgasm, and it was so powerful that it knocked the air from her lungs. It was like a tidal wave of pleasure washing over her drowning her in ecstasy.
She could feel his body tensing, he was close to having an orgasm of his own, and she was uncertain if she wanted it to happen. It wasn't that she feared getting pregnant, she knew the spores would prevent it from happening. To MJ, letting someone cum inside her was a deeply intimate act, more so than just having sex. While sex was intimate, allowing a man to plant his seed within her required love and trust, two things she didn’t share with Randy. She knew that once it was over, he'd tell his friends that they had fucked.
Before MJ could decide, Randy let out a low grunt before filling her love canal with his seed and then collapsed on top of her. He whispered into her ear, "I knew one day I would get to taste your sweet pussy. You liked to act all sweet and innocent but we both know there is a slut hiding inside of you.”
“That isn’t true. I am a good girl,” MJ replied, but wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself.
Randy placed his right hand under MJ’s chin, gently tilting her head until their eyes met. "Good girls don’t suck a cock like you just did. You didn’t just enjoy it but took pride in it. Admit it, MJ, you liked being a slut and get off playing the whore."
Randy kissed MJ on the forehead, then casually slid his dick back into his pants before zipping them up. Without looking back, he walked out of the room, leaving MJ alone to ponder everything he had just said.
MJ lay there for a few seconds before getting dressed, not wanting anyone to find her in such a compromising position. She was naked; if someone walked in, her reputation would be ruined. The last thing MJ wanted was to be caught in the aftermath of having sex at work. She should have felt shame over her actions, allowing another vile man to have his way with her but instead, it aroused her. What troubled her more than having sex with Randy were the things he had said. It scared her that he could see the dirty little secret she had kept hidden from the world.
She managed to get dressed just before the door swung open, and Jimmy Darice walked in, unaware that he missed seeing her tits by a few seconds. Jimmy was a short, unattractive man in his late fifties, with a large belly and thick glasses. His eyes dropped to her breasts, and a smile formed on his unpleasant-looking face. MJ's nipples were still hard and quite visible through her thin shirt. Men staring at her breasts was something women like her had to deal with daily. Normally, it bothered her when a guy stared at her breasts, but there was something about Jimmy that kept MJ from being mad.
When MJ returned to her desk, she saw a post-it note on her computer screen telling her that the editor-in-chief wanted to see her. Rebecca Michaels didn’t just run the Daily News; she owned it with her husband, Robert. A note like this could mean one of two things: either MJ's hard work had finally been noticed, or she had upset her boss. In the three years she had worked there, MJ had never spoken to Rebecca alone. She only saw the woman at meetings or when their paths crossed in the hall.
MJ stood at the door of her boss's office and, after taking a deep breath, she opened it. Inside, she saw Linda, Rebecca's secretary, standing by the file cabinets, placing some files in them. Linda's long blonde hair was parted over her right shoulder, and her blue eyes were captivating. The black skirt and white shirt the woman was wearing highlighted how attractive her body was. MJ felt a stir of arousal as her eyes scanned the woman's well-shaped body.
“I see you got my note. Let me tell Mrs. Michaels you're here, and then you can go in,” Linda said with a smile. Her eyes glanced downward briefly before looking away. It happened so quickly that MJ didn’t notice the woman admiring her breasts. Turning around, Linda bent over the desk, her back toward MJ, and picked up the phone to announce that MJ was waiting outside.
MJ took the opportunity to check out Linda’s ass while she was bending over, staring until the woman turned around. It surprised her how comfortable she had become looking at another woman’s body in a such an intimate way. She found it strange that she was now attracted to girls like this and knew it would take some time getting used to it.
“Mrs. Michaels will see you now,” Linda said with a sly smile.
As MJ entered the office, she saw her boss leaning against her desk, wearing a black business skirt and a purple silk blouse with the top few buttons undone. A small amount of cleavage peeked out, stirring forbidden desires in MJ's belly. Rebecca was a beautiful brunette in her early forties, and still had an amazing body. Her breasts weren’t as firm as they once had been, but they were still as captivating as those of any girl MJ's age. They were the size of cantaloupes, and MJ imagined them being just as juicy.
Rebecca smiled as she reached out to shake MJ’s hand as she asked, “It is Mary, right?”
“Yes, but everyone calls me MJ.”
“Okay, MJ, I like that. The reason I invited you to my office is because I saw something interesting last night. While I was enjoying the view from the building I was in, I noticed a familiar face in the parking lot below. It was a very attractive young lady running with another girl toward a nearby van, not caring that her breasts were out for the world to see. Do you know who that girl was?”
MJ's jaw dropped at hearing this, and she could only mumble out in shock. Her escapade with Tina the previous night hadn’t gone unnoticed, it had been witnessed by her boss, of all people. She feared her job at the Daily News was about to come to an abrupt end. She lowered her head, waiting to hear those awful words, “You’re fired,” but they never came.
“Never bow your head in shame over what you did but be proud of it. I was truly impressed to see you enjoying yourself in such a way,” Rebecca said, gently tilting MJ’s head back up until their eyes met.
MJ didn’t resist as Rebecca’s face drew closer, embracing her in a kiss. Closing her eyes, she felt the woman’s soft, tender lips against her own, wet limber tongue sliding inside her mouth. When the kiss finally ended, MJ felt lightheaded and confused. What did it all mean? Was she saying it is okay for two girls to be together, or did her boss wanted her as a lover?
“You truly are a bad girl, aren’t you? Blowing someone at work makes you a very naughty girl. Here I thought you were too frigid to do such things,” Rebecca teased.
The confused look on MJ’s face made Rebecca clarify further. “I can taste the man’s cock you just sucked. Now, be a good little girl and eat my pussy.”
MJ watched in shock as her boss unzipped her skirt and slid off her panties before sitting against the desk. The sight of Rebecca's exposed pussy left MJ in a trance, compelling her to drop to her knees and drawing her toward the thin line of hair between Rebecca's legs. She had never imagined that she’d be the type of girl who would perform oral sex on her boss, let alone a female one. Yet here she was, doing just that. The woman tasted incredible, and MJ couldn't believe how much she was enjoying it.
“Mmmm, fuck you are good! Mmmm, keep licking my cunt, you little pussy slut. Fuck, I am cumming,” Rebecca moaned out.
Dazed by what she had done, she stood up with her boss’s juices on her face and staggered toward the door, but Rebecca stopped her. "Wait," Rebecca called out as she casually walked behind her desk while swinging her hips. "I’m throwing a party this weekend, and I’d love it if you could come," she added, pulling an invitation from the desk.
******
After returning home, MJ showered. As she stepped out of the stall and wrapped a towel around her wet body, she heard a knock at the door. Holding the towel tightly against herself, she peeked through the peephole and saw Greenworth standing there. MJ knew she shouldn’t open the door, but she did it anyway. She felt a strange urge to let the towel drop to the floor, wanting to repeat the last night's events with Greenworth. The only thing that stopped that from happening was the lack of any sexual interest Greenworth had for her at the moment. Instead of sex, he had come to offer her another opportunity for a cure, and she would do anything to have it.
