I was sitting at the bar with a glass of red wine in front of me. My target was on her way to the bar and the moment she was almost behind me I grabbed my glass, slipped from my seat and twisted around with the full glass in my hand. I bumped right into her, letting go of my glass, spilling its content on her dress before breaking in pieces on the floor. She dropped her purse on the impact and let out a small cry. We both crouched down to reach for her purse and while I said, I'm so sorry, I released a dose of pheromones straight in her face. Her reaction was instant, the horror on her face turned into a smile and she said, don't worry, it was just an accident.
We stood up straight together while I handed her purse back to her and looked at her dress that was a mess. Oh my, I said, I hope that can be cleaned, I will pay for the dry cleaner, it was my fault. We need to get you out of these wet clothes, I continued, my place is close by, if you want you can change there and freshen up. I'm Diana, by the way. Oh, I love that name, I'm XXXX (note to the reader: since she's the wife of a famous superstar I will not disclose her name, nor her husbands later in the story). We shook hands and she said, thanks Diana, I love to come and get cleaned, let me tell my friends down there, and she pointed at two women in a booth in the back. I paid for my drink while I waited for her. If it wasn't for the pheromones I'm sure she would have thought of alternative solutions, like going to her own home which is only ten minutes farther away than my place.
We got to my car and she was clearly impressed by my Jaguar. Don't worry, I told her, it'll be just a few minutes. Ten minutes later I pulled in my mansion and I explained to her that I only moved in just two weeks before. There's still a lot of unpacking to do. I'll help you, she told me, and I'll show you around town. She's still under my influence but I realized this was a genuine attempt to reach out to a new friend. This is quite a home, she said, are you married? No, I replied, I inherited quite some money when my parents died. This was not a complete lie, as my parents left me a decent amount, but most of my money comes from a billionaire that I still see every now and then.
I could sense she felt more comfortable, knowing that I'm quite wealthy and probably not after her husbands money. It's one of these things that makes it harder to make new friends as you never know if they're genuine or just want to indulge in an expensive lifestyle. She looked around in the foyer, seeing all the boxes and paintings on the ground. I said, let's go to the bedroom, it's the only thing I completed thus far. We went upstairs to my room and I told her to get out of these wet clothes. Still under my influence she didn't even give it a second thought and dropped the wet dress on the ground. There she was, in all her beauty, in some gorgeous lingerie, her black skin glistening from the wetness she just took off. I grabbed a towel and started patting her down, something she clearly enjoyed. I found that her panties were also wet from the wine and I pulled it down as well, without any protest from her.
I sat down on my knees and softly patted her crotch, while I could clearly smell her sex, it was wet for other reasons than the wine. I carefully pushed her backwards onto the bed and spread her legs. Over the years I have learned that people under the influence of my scent don't desire any fore play, they just need release of the heat that has been building up between their loins. So I wasted no time and plunged my tongue in her cunt. She tasted delicious and I drank her juices eagerly while rubbing her clit and milking for more. The funny thing with my gift, or curse sometimes if you like, is that I'm similarly affected by my targets, my desires for them match their desire for me. And then she came, loud and wild, bucking her hips and pushing herself deeper on me. It was fireworks and she tried to put out the fire, so much moist she produced. I lapped it up eagerly until she finally calmed down.
The problem with seducing women is that I don't get any relief most of the time. They collapse on the bed most of the time while they gather control back over their own will. Men will do the same but at least when they release their cum it's in me and I make sure I come during the ride. Either way I will always lay down next to them, holding on as long as possible while we take a short nap. As soon as I spoon this girl though she gets up and says, my turn!
She gets her face under my leather skirt, almost tears away my panties and has her fingers in my wet cunt and her tongue on my clit. She's hitting all the right spots and it takes only seconds before I come myself. Now I'm a squirter and a stream of my cum hit her in the face before she tried to catch it all and drink it. I heard her swallow quickly while I let go of a second squirt. No one has ever been able to keep up with me but this girl came close. Finally I was the one to collapse and she pulled herself close into me.
We probably slept for five minutes while our heartbeats were recovering when I heard her making small sounds. It took me a few seconds to realize she was crying. I turned around, and wiped a tear from her face. Why are you crying I asked her softly, knowing the answer already. I'm married, she answers, mother of three, with a loving husband. I have never had sex with anyone but him, never had the need, and neither has he. And now I'm the one that is unfaithful. And the worst of all, I can't believe how much I enjoyed it. And I know I want more of you, your squirting cum, so sweet. My life will never be the same again. The last bit I didn't expect, most of the time they're upset with me for messing up their wedding vows, not often do they want more. My problem is similar though, I want more of her as well. Her taste is delicious but the passion she put in her love making was something I never experienced before. And believe me, I have bedded hundreds, both men and women.
Suddenly I had an urge to tell her the truth. Listen, I said, I have not been totally honest with you. I know who you are and the accident in the bar was well planned. I figured that, she smiled, you're not the first. Never before have I gone to that persons home though. Now it was my turn to smile. You never had a chance, if you don't mind me saying. You know, I have this gift, although it's often a curse, it's like I can release my scent into someone's face. And that person will follow all my suggestions but never even question that they're not in control. I have seduced many men and women but recently things have changed. Never did I worry about getting pregnant, like my body can't conceive, but now I have this tremendous urge to become a mother. And I want the best possible father for my child and I think your husband is that person. I'm flattered, she replied, he definitely is the best father I know and our kids are awesome. But he's strong, you will never be able to seduce him, no woman ever has, and believe me, he could pick anyone he wanted.
By the way, she continued, if you want him then why seduce me? Simple, I replied, I'm fully aware that my curse can hurt people, break up marriages, so I found a way to minimize the damage. For me it's like an addiction, my body needs the sexual contact, I've tried to abstain, but it's too strong. If I seduce the wife first, a heterosexual strong woman, then she understands that her husband never had a chance after I seduce him. It's their little secret, no one has to know, and they often come out stronger even. And believe me, your husband has no chance escaping my advances, just like you. Well, it's only fair you get your chance, she said, but let's make this a bet. If you can indeed seduce him then you can gave his baby as well. To be honest, I have always thought he should spread his genes more, but as I said, he is a true family man and does not fool around. What if I lose? I asked, not one hundred percent sure anymore. Then I get to taste you anytime I want for the next three months, she answered naughtily.
I have to get back or my friends will start to worry, she says after I heard her phone beep. Will you come with me and meet my friends, I think you'll fit in nicely. Or is it a problem the three of us are black? No problem with me, I reply, as long as you guys can handle a white chick. I'm just worried about your face, you still have my juice all over it, even some in your hair. Why don't we take a shower and I help you get clean. The shower was a blast and we could have easily lost another hour, washing and caressing each other. This girl is the sweetest thing and I find myself slowly falling in love. Perhaps I should lose the bet? When we finally get out and dry off she said, you know, I have a gift as well, or a curse if you like. People tend to always speak the truth around me, hope you don't mind. I laugh out loud, now understanding why I was so open with her. She turned me from a predator into a sheep and I love every moment of it.
I shared my 12000 dollar perfume with her and fit her in my lingerie. Then I select one of my favorite dresses, with many straps in the front and even more in the back, made from the finest leather, so thin it almost feels like normal fabric, with a sensuous shine. It's slightly too short for me but it fits perfectly on her petite frame. Do you mind if I take your picture, I asked, I don't want to forget this stunning image. She smiled, ok, but then I want us together as well. After a nice set of pictures that I know I will look at for many years to come we finally got back in my car on our way back to the bar.
She tried to introduce me to her friends but they were in awe about her dress. It was the best ice breaker I've ever seen because in no time I fit in indeed, like they've known me forever. There is Latoya who is also married to a ball player, though retired by now after tearing an ACL. She has two gorgeous kids. And then Sheila who's single but still a mom to a lovely daughter. The perfume was also a hit, Toya was sniffing around XXXX while Sheila was almost inhaling my scent, her round breasts pressing in mine. It took all my willpower not to release some of my pheromones in her face, but I could eat her right now, so delicious she was. I found out soon enough that her preference was for women and she clearly appreciated my addition to the group. And I have to say, I didn't mind either.
On our way here XXXX and I had decided to keep our little adventure a secret, for now at least. The bet was at both our minds and nothing was allowed to interfere. But there was an overall naughty atmosphere in our little group. And before I knew it the evening ended and we were saying our goodbyes. Outside they admired my Jag but I must say their Yukon and Mercedes were cars I wouldn't mind driving either. Sheila had arrived with Latoya but she insisted for me to take her home, which I didn't mind at all.
I showed her the engine power and since we passed my home on the way to hers I asked if she wanted a nightcap. She agreed eagerly but she only had maybe ten minutes as the sitter had to leave soon. As soon as we were in my home she pulled me in her arms and kissed me. I had no problem with that, though I was a bit surprised as I had yet to use any pheromones. I let her tongue slip in my mouth and sucked on it, then probing my own tongue into hers. Her mouth was so fresh, her teeth so smooth, I just did not want this kiss to end. Eventually she broke it off herself, saying, we need to go. Ten minutes later I pulled into her place, not very big, she must not have the same money as the others. She paid the sitter and asked if I wanted to see her girl. Of course, I said, and she took my to a bedroom where the girl was deep asleep. She looked very much like her mother and I commented how pretty she was. Without any further sound she pulled me in her own bedroom and she started making out. I was so wet by now I'd do anything she wanted. Sometimes it just feels good to have someone else to lead.
I don't know how many times I came. This woman was well trained in lesbian sex and she gave her all. I basically wet her bed, her face and her hair and finally I got to eat her out. She was passionate, strong and sexy. She finally pulled a toy from her drawer that would penetrate us both and it would vibrate inside us, somehow she controlled that. I was running out of energy and let her take me until I had what seemed a continuous orgasm that just wouldn't stop. Until I passed out.
When I woke up I could feel the dildo still in me, in us. She was next to me, a sleeping beauty. I thought things over, nothing went like I had planned, yet I felt better than I have in a long time. I could not remember the last time I had sex without using my pheromones but I felt confident it would happen more from now on. I must have fallen asleep again because suddenly an alarm went off and I noticed Sheila leaving the bed. The toy was no longer inside me. I started saying good morning, but she hushed me and said, just relax, I get my daughter some breakfast and put her on the bus. Then I'll be back. And she was, around half an hour later. She spooned me and without saying anything we enjoyed our touch and fell asleep again.
Breakfast was at my house apparently and we had to rush to be there in time before the others. Toya brought a lot of food and XXXX coffee, tea and juices. It was fun having them all around. For a moment we laughed at XXXX as her hubby had posted a picture of her on Facebook last night in my dress, clearly a success. Best sex of my life, she joked, hope I can borrow that dress again. You can keep it, I said, it fits you much better than me. Glad he approved. As did thousands of followers.
Our goal for the next weeks was to get my home completely done. Mind you, I have enough money to have it all done, but I'm one of these people that have to put the work in themselves or they'll never enjoy living in the home. So we picked out paint and they helped me setup everything but they let me do the painting. The first two days that is. Once I got comfortable enough with them and they with me we were all painting, my colors though. Sheila was magic with a drill so she ended up hanging all pictures and paintings. Plus she got the TV's all up on the wall and all cables pulled and the wires connected. I brought her home a few times and would stay over every time, although we were too tired to do anything fancy, sexually that is. But I have to say I simply enjoyed falling asleep in her arms. I got along real well with her daughter, she loves it when I make breakfast.
I got to know Latoya better as well. She invited me over in the weekend as her husband was on a road trip. She had a nice house, though it was clear there were two almost teenagers. She made a nice dinner and at first I had all the attention from her kids, but soon the novelty of having a white lady in the house was gone and they retreated to their rooms playing games or reading or whatever it is kids do nowadays. Toya and I ended up watching a romantic movie and I could tell she had interest in me but no clue how to handle things. She asked about Sheila and me and if I was lesbian. I explained that I go both ways but that Sheila is definitely something special. She clearly wondered what it was like and during a particularly hot scene I moved real close to her and sprayed her with pheromones. It made her very relaxed and she gave easily in to my affections. We hugged and snuggled up together and when the movie was over I guided her to her own bedroom. I made her undress and I started kissing her all over her body, trying to find her weak spot. Sucking nipples is most of the times a guaranteed success and she liked that too but when I kissed her low in her neck area she went wild. I explored that more while fingering her pussy and that opened the floodgates. I made her come at least twice before I put my face in her crotch and started sucking and licking her clean. When she almost passed out from pleasure I gave her a break and we cuddled up in the bed. She later confessed to me that she really wanted to return the favor but she was exhausted from the best sex she had ever had. I told her not to worry, I have that effect on people, and we could try this again if she wanted. She eagerly agreed, apparently bored with her own husband. In the mean time I had now slept with all three of my new best friends. Hopefully this wasn't going to end up in trouble.
Two weeks later we were done and XXXX invited us all over to her home to celebrate. My house was perfect but we needed a change of scenery. Plus I could finally meet her husband, she said and she winked, not noticed by the others. In the bigger picture of my original plan I was in the most fertile week of my cycle so this could well be a successful visit, if I would win the bet of course. The others brought over their kids, they would be well entertained by two sitters. And everyone would sleep over, the house was big enough for all to have their own room. Dinner was well catered and the choice of wine was exquisite. I could really get used to this. The man of the house was really down to earth yet very entertaining, I liked him even better than from what I had seen on TV and read in his biography. I couldn't believe how big he was next to XXXX. Subconsciously I wondered how big he would be down there. The three kids were truly nice as well, clearly a reflection of two great parents. After a lovely dessert us girls went to one of the entertainment rooms to play pool and drink margaritas but he said he had to work, while fingering quotes in the air, there's a game on and he would be playing one of these teams in two days.
When we all had our drinks I asked if I could do a toast. Girls, I said, I want to thank you all. It's hard to believe that it's only two weeks ago that I met you all, by accident. We all laughed and XXXX gave me a knowing wink. I am so grateful you accepted me all so open armed in your beautiful group and allowed me to fit in so quickly. I feel like I have known you all for life and I appreciate you helping me setting up my home, in which any of you will always be welcome. I can't promise I will find a husband here, and I winked suggestively at Sheila, not worried about the others noticing, but I do plan to get my own kids here, having seen all of your loved ones. They all started cheering at that and we finally could take a sip. Then XXXX said, I want to say a few words too. Diana, welcome in our little group, we love you all. The others were both nodding with a smile on their face. You have seen us all from our best sides but the three of us have known each other since we were very young and we have shared many moments that were not so perfect. It is really these moments that have brought us together and made us and our friendship stronger. Now I'm not going to ask for bad times, but if they do occur I hope that we can cry on your shoulder as well. We all nodded, and I answered, I will do my best, that's all I can promise. At that they all gave me a hug. And then the trash talking started. It was clear that Sheila and I would play the other two and they were convinced that we were an easy kill. I'm really not that great at pool, but I found quickly that compared to them I looked like a pro. I didn't go crazy but Sheila was happy to be at the winning side for once and she had one day clearly prepped a trash speech for the one time she would beat the others. After a few doubles we decided on singles and when I had a break I told XXXX I needed to find a bathroom. She explained where to go but she did so with a wink.
Earlier when I got a tour through the house there was one area where she mentioned something like man cave and that was exactly where her instructions led me. I opened the door and found her husband intensely watching a game on a huge TV screen. Oh sorry, I said, I was looking for the bathroom. If he was annoyed by me being there he didn't show it. He said, it's a few more doors down the hallway, unless you want to go here, and he pointed at a door inside his domain. Oh thanks, I said and I entered the room he was indicating. It was small but it still had all the conveniences. I took my time, listening to the TV and waiting for a break in the game. I flushed and washed my hands and left the room. I had his attention now and I asked, what game is going on? It's Pacers at Celtics, are you into basketball? Heck yeah! I replied. Truth is, basketball has always been my favorite sport over the other major sports, but I have studied quite a bit on the background and the stars of the sport lately, since I decided that this very man was to be the father of my child. And now I was here, in his man cave, with him towering over me, getting ready for the moment. He laughed, my guess is that nobody has ever said in his face that they didn't like basketball.
Who's winning, I asked. Celtics, he said, but I'm studying the Pacers for Friday. I figured, I replied, they keep beating you this year, you guys are too slow in transition. He looked surprised but he nodded. It's not easy to keep a high pace for the whole game. At that time the game started again and he sat down in the love seat. He patted his hand on the seat next to him and said, your welcome to watch with me. I needed no more invitation and sat down, in the process I released a good dose of pheromones in his direction. He didn't flinch but he complimented me on my perfume, saying that he noticed that his wife used it also a few weeks ago. Oh, I said innocently, that must have been when she borrowed my dress. That was yours? He jumped on it, clearly still having a good memory about it. Yeah, I accidentally ruined her dress, so it was the least I could do. He checked me out now, my white top on black leather flair skirt and my high heeled boots. And I finally noticed he was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, a small bulge forming in his pants. You clearly like leather, he concluded. So do you, I replied, I saw your Facebook post. He smiled, but I saw a slight color change in his face, perhaps embarrassed that he was caught. Don't worry, I whispered, I won't tell anyone. But I crossed my legs, causing the skirt to slide up a bit, giving him a good look at the top of my stocking. He grabbed his drink, feeling the heat now. Do you want a drink, he asked, trying to be the perfect host, or perhaps just to get some air. Sure, I said, you have any more of that wine we had at dinner? He nodded, opening a door to a complete wine cellar and without hesitation found a bottle of the same wine that I liked. He took his time in opening it, clearly trying to get control over the situation again.
I understood now why XXXX thought he may be able to resist my advances, he's as strong minded at home as he's on the court. He poured my glass and handed it to me, saying, you have good taste. Thanks, I said, if only he knew. He was hesitating, but it was my turn now to pat my hand on the seat and he sat down again. I took a sip of the wine and didn't have to fake a small moan when I smacked my lips. Every move, every sound, every look was now one of seduction, believe me I have had enough practice. I told him to relax and he started to comply, while his bulge started growing. He had no eye for the game anymore, just for me enjoying my wine. I flicked my hair, rubbed my leg, moving my skirt up even more, then with the tip of my booth I rubbed against his leg. If at this point he would have jumped up I could have lost my bet. Instead he pushed back, clearly enjoying the contact. I put my hand now on his leg and I felt a slight shiver going through him. I was winning fast. Finally my hand rubbed the bulge and it reacted instantly. He exhaled loudly and I rubbed some more. He was clearly uncomfortable now and I asked in my best seductive voice, you okay? Why don't you take that off to release the strain. He was now under my influence and did as I told. No wonder he was so uncomfortable, he released a monster, sticking out from under his underwear. In all my experience I don't think I've ever seen anyone so well endowed. How the heck does XXXX deal with that with her petite frame? But there was no going back, I couldn't lose contact now. I kept rubbing his member, while I sat down on my knees between his legs, wrapping my lips around his fat dick. I bobbed up and down as good as I could, getting him ready. I used a few fingers under my skirt loosening up my cunt because I would need that. When they're under my influence things move faster than normal, not too much foreplay is needed. So I crawled on his lap, slowly mounting his rock hard pole. Good thing I wet it and I was wet by now as well. Also good that I was controlling the pace, so I could bob up and down a bit and get used to his monster. But it went in, deeper and deeper, all the way, probably straight into my womb. We were both moaning now, he held my hips, trying to position us better. I started flexing my muscles around him, with an up and down movement, squeezing his member. And then I felt him, no longer able to hold on, he ejaculated. It was violent inside me, but the thought of him cumming straight in my womb started my orgasm as well. As you know by now I squirted a strong stream of juice out, wetting his balls and probably his sofa, but the slickness made everything feel better. I felt his second jet and his third as he was filling me up. I came again while he was still shooting his junk.
Finally he calmed down, his eyes closed now, and I started pulling away until finally a plop told me I was free again, a pile of our combined juiced running down my legs. I had seen a towel in the bathroom and I got up to clean myself before I would cuddle up to him for a few minutes of rest. But when I got back I saw XXXX sitting between his legs, cleaning his member with her tongue. She smiled at me, then she said, your turn at pool, they're waiting for you. As I left she cuddled up next to her husband, not worried at all about his slip up. We both knew I had won the bet.
That was many years ago. I don't know if that one session made me pregnant or the few sessions later that night with the three of us after XXXX had explained to her husband that he had no chance against me and that she was okay, even happy with it. I have three kids now, two with him and one with Toya's husband, whom I have taught a few tricks to use with his wife and she's clearly very happy with him since. We have decided to keep the father secret for all my kids although they both know, as do their wives. But the world would probably frown on that and as long as they are in the publicity we don't want their image to be hurt. Sheila of course knows as well, as she and her daughter moved in with me, and she helps me raise the kids as her own. Tomorrow we celebrate our five year wedding anniversary. We will party like we do our girls night out, just us, but always ending in my house in my bed, all four of us.