Bill & Tina

Before he even made it out of his subdivision, there was a warning that there was a reported case of SAV-2-S, the so-called “sex slave virus,” in the Waco area. While at a long red light, Bill texted Tina that she needed to stay inside and not let anyone inside until he got there.

She did not respond.

Bill drove his bright blue Toyota Tacoma the way that he always did: fast.

He pulled into the wide driveway of Tina’s recently restored mid-century house on the north side of Waco. Her gray CRV was there like he expected. Bill was out of his pickup as quickly as possible.

He loudly banged on the door.

“Tina!” he called. “Are you okay?”

The door flew open before Bill could hammer his fist on it a second time. Tina stood there wearing nothing but a thin sheen of perspiration and a look of lust on her face. She grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked the surprised man inside before he had time to react to her state of undress.

“I think that I’ve got that sex slave virus,” she almost growled. “I can’t stop playing with my pussy and thinking about dick.” Though Tina was hardly a prude and had no problem sharing the occasional dirty joke, her language and nakedness were completely out of character.

Even though Bill’s brain had not caught up to the situation, his dick was definitely aware of the sexy naked woman in front of him with the fingers of her right hand vigorously rubbing her vagina.

Tina was a 5’8” woman of Jewish descent with gray eyes and loose black curls that ended at her jawline. Even when she had looked forty-two years old before SAV-2, Tina had sported an hourglass figure. Now that the virus had made her look like she was in her early twenties, her hourglass was fit with perky EE-cup breasts and the most amazing heart-shaped butt that Bill had ever seen.

“Wha…what do you want me to do?” he stupidly stammered.

She gave him a look that screamed, “Are you the dumbest man alive?”

“I’ve been keeping up with this new version of the virus,” she said in a rush. “If the reports are right that it turns women who have sex into that man’s willing sex slave, I’ll take that over what I’ve heard about unfucked women becoming mindless, horny animals constantly in heat.” She grabbed his right and put it on her soaking wet pussy. “I’ve known about your crush for years, but you were always a gentleman. If I have to have a master, I can’t think of anyone who I would rather have as my master than you, so I need you to fuck me right now. Claim me!”