Mind Contagion Ch. 02

"Well, I'll let you rest. There's more soup for later. Do you think you'll make it to work tomorrow?"

It was Thursday. "Probably not. I'll just make it a long weekend to make sure I'm fully recovered." Jeremy said. And make sure you are as well, he thought.

"Well, call me if you feel better and want to go out or something." Lauren said as she rose to leave.

"I'll do that. Thanks for thinking of me, Lauren."

"Get some rest." She said, letting herself out.

"Sarah, you can come out now." Jeremy said as he went into the bedroom. She came out of the bathroom, still quiet.

"Oh, you can talk now too." He added.

"Can I start again?" She said, her eyes going to his belt-line.

"Why don't you take off my clothes?"

Sarah spent the next five minutes working off Jeremy's clothes, leaving him nude on the bed, his erection growing back to where it had been before Lauren's visit.

"Now yours." Jeremy said, reaching over to the bedside radio and turning it on. "Like a stripper."

Sarah did as she was told, though Jeremy quickly realized that she had obviously never been a dancer. It was a little awkward, but still hot, watching her try to be sexy for him as she revealed what was actually a pretty nice body. She was well proportioned and voluptuous, and her ass was a work of art with a nice transition from round cheeks to nice firm thighs and legs. Time to see how she can use it, Jeremy thought, though he knew if the interrupted blowjob was a sign, he already knew the answer.

As the naked beauty finally finished her striptease, Jeremy motioned with his hand for her to come forward. She climbed up onto the bed, crawling between his legs, needing no further urging before she took him deep into her throat again. He laid back, enraptured by the sensations she was giving him, but he had to admit his mind was straying to Lauren as she worked her magic on his shaft. After a few minutes of bliss, he pulled her off and moved the two of them off the bed, her on her knees and him standing in front of her. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and guided her back onto his cock, fucking her face slowly with long, full strokes as she stared up at him with lust-glazed eyes.

Sarah was an accomplished cock-sucker. She took every inch in stride and managed to keep a suction and tongue action that placed this easily as the top blow job of his short career. It didn't take long. She instinctively knew what he liked and what he wanted and when he pulled out and started stroking his shaft, she sank down to her heels, keeping eye contact with him as she opened her mouth and accepted the blasts of come that started erupting from him. The first went right into her mouth, but he followed that with blasts across her face and cheeks, streaking her from chin to the top of her head with more come than even he had been expecting. She quickly swallowed what was in her mouth and parted her lips again as he pushed back towards her, feeling her mouth engulf him tighter than before, milking the last of his come from his still rigid cock.

"That was so good." Sarah cooed as he withdrew from her talented mouth.

"It was, Sarah." Jeremy replied. "I need you to call in sick to work tomorrow and cancel any plans you had this weekend.

"Sure." Sarah smiled.

Jeremy laid back on the bed and watched as Sarah retrieved her phone and called in to work. She made two other quick calls (one of which was to Lauren), all on speaker-phone and all without cleaning the come from her face. Jeremy wasn't sure if she was being deliberately sexy or if she just hadn't been told she could clean up. He didn't care either way, but he was definitely making observations. If his previous observations were correct, the artificial lust would wear off sometime during the evening. He wondered if it was gradual or a sudden switch, though from his experience with diseases, he fully expected it to be gradual.

"All yours." Sarah said, putting the phone back in her purse.

Jeremy put the next few hours into determining just how far Sarah would go in her lust for him. She modeled for him in various states of dress and undress as he took pictures, including a lengthy photoset of her masturbating for him with various objects. This went on for over two hours and the man in him started overtaking the scientist in him once again. He led her over to his desk (which he never used) and set her up on it, kissing her passionately as he lifted her up. At this point, she was dressed again and he pushed her skirt up over her hips. She squirmed a little as her bare ass touched the cold surface of the desk, but she returned his kisses hungrily.

"Oh, please, Jeremy. I'm dying for you to fuck me."

The scientist checked out.

Jeremy spent a good amount of time working over Sarah's lovely body with his mouth and tongue, laying her out flat on the desk and spreading her legs wide. He explored her wetness, burying his face in her flesh to her obvious pleasure. He brought her over the edge twice before he stood up, his cock standing at attention.

"Please, please." Sarah cooed over and over again as he lined up and pushed his way into her wet and willing body. It clamped down on him like a fist, squeezing him tight as he drove in to the hilt, pausing to enjoy taking her for the first time and taking a mental picture of the look of lust in her eyes as he filled her. Pushing her legs back by the knees, Jeremy gave her what she had been desiring. He picked up the pace and started fucking her hard and fast, sliding in and out to the hilt on each stroke, burying his shaft in her incredibly wet pussy. She was getting pretty vocal, but he wasn't worried about it. His neighbors were notorious party hounds themselves and he could already hear the music through the walls.

Jeremy pounded his slutty conquest over and over again, degrading her with his words, trying to get a reaction other than unbridled passion and desire, an attempt at which he failed. She lapped up every bit of it, and was pushed over the edge into orgasm several times as he relentlessly hammered her willing flesh. He slowed down for a minute to take a few more pictures of Sarah with spread legs and a cock in her, more for the memories than anything else. He knew that this effect would wear off and he wanted to have something to remember it by.

Science came back in as he rolled her on her side, legs together and pushed back into that heavenly pussy. What would be her memory of this after the effect wore off? Would she think he had drugged her or would she think it was a passing fancy? All important. More important would be whether 'suggestions' he made during this state would pass on to the uninfected state. He reminded himself to set up some tests on that; after he finished fucking her.

That wasn't too far off, as within a minute or so, he was pumping his second load of the night deep into her body, though her vocal nature had dwindled. He pulled out and sat down on the couch.

The conversation that followed made checked some of the boxes he needed for her tests. She mentioned feeling guilt about Lauren, which led him to believe the effect was wearing off. He probed it some more and was reasonably certain that it had. She wasn't angry or hostile, but the evidence was there. She was on the couch, covering herself out of modesty and seemed pretty down and out.

"Another beer?" He asked, awkwardly.

"Sure."

Jeremy opened two more beers in the kitchen and reviewed his results. Wear-off time was roughly 48 hours and the subject apparently remembers activities. Desire is strong enough to overcome guilt, fear and most importantly indifference if not open revulsion. That last though made him angry and flashed him back to his ostracism in high school and beyond. He decided that more testing was in order, and two drops of the drug went into her beer before went back into the living room.

Sarah drank her beer sullenly, and Jeremy waited and observed.

"You're welcome to stay the night, Sarah." He said a few minutes later.

She looked up. "I'd like that."

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In the middle of the night, Jeremy woke up to find Sarah's lips wrapped around his hard cock once again. She was bobbing up and down hungrily and he wasn't sure how long she had been taking advantage of his dream-induced erection. He decided to not let her know he was awake and just enjoyed her ministrations. After two rounds earlier and one with Abbi before that, it took some work, but she persevered. She stroked him with her hands and mouth, taking him deep and keeping up exquisite suction as her lips travelled up and down the length of his shaft. Jeremy enjoyed every moment, and was actually stunned that it took the better part of twenty minutes before he wordlessly exploded into her mouth. Her lips clamped down and the suction increased as he unloaded between those soft lips, pumping over and over again. He couldn't judge the quantity, just that every spasm felt incredible. She milked him, squeezing out every drop before she crawled back up and rested her head on his chest, falling asleep again. Jeremy went over mental notes on his testing and fell asleep himself at some point.

He woke up to sun streaming in through the curtains and with Sarah sucking his cock once again. He found himself wondering if he had missed any other events during the night. Again, he feigned continued sleep to enjoy himself. Nothing like having no other responsibility than just lying there and letting someone pleasure you. This time was different, though. He felt her crawl off the bed and risked a glance to see her going through her purse on the dresser. He snapped his eyes back shut as she turned around, though.

Sarah's hand wrapped around his hard cock again, but there was a new sort of wetness there, slippery and cold. She stroked him a dozen times before he felt movement again. He could just tell that she was straddling him, then felt her hand on his shaft again at a weird angle. She was facing away from him, he could tell that, but other than that he knew nothing until he felt her flesh on the tip of his shaft. Then pressure. Shortly after, his cock was engulfed in the tightest grip he had ever experienced, getting tighter as the feeling slid down his shaft. He opened his eyes again to see her lowering herself down into a squat, his well-worn cock slipping inch by inch into her stretching and incredibly tight asshole.

She finally bottomed out, her ample ass resting on his body, his cock clamped like a vice. She waited a moment before she started to grind her hips, pushing him just a little bit deeper into her open bowels. Ok, he thought. Higher dose means higher sex drive. Check. After a minute or two of grinding, she started to lift up and down, fucking him with her tight little ass. He placed his hands on her hips and she started a little.

"So you're up, huh?" She said, her voice cheerful. "I hope I'm not being naughty."

"Oh, you're being naughty, Sarah." Jeremy responded. "But that's ok with me."

Sarah continued fucking Jeremy for a few minutes, her hungry ass taking him over and over again. He rolled her over to where she was laying on her side with him behind her, still buried in her. From this angle, he was able to start controlling the action, thrusting into her deep and hard pulling her hair back so he could kiss her as he took her from behind. He had never had a woman this way before, and he realized he liked it. He took his time judging what she liked and didn't like, and was soon hammering in and out of her hot ass as he had done her sweet pussy the night before. Even as tired as his shaft was, the novelty took its toll and he was pumping another load into her ass within a few minutes. Sarah cooed in satisfaction as she felt him throbbing inside of her.

"You liked that, baby?" She said, brushing her hair from her face.

"I did. I'd like more of that later."

"I'm all yours, Jeremy."

The rest of the weekend was spent in a back and forth between intense bouts of sex and scientific experimentation. Jeremy made attempts to use the drug state to implant suggestions in the hopes that they would remain afterwards. The most important of these was for her to not tell anyone about their relationship and that she would always have a strong desire for him and would be with him at any opportunity. He sent her home late Saturday evening, having worn himself out in every possible way with his eager and gorgeous sex toy.

He actually looked a little worn out and sick when Lauren arrived on Sunday to check in on him again.