James the Ladies' Man

James pumped away at the girl under him... well woman, but words, ya know. He had met her in the club and now he was fucking her brains out. James was a self labeled slut. Yes, there are male sluts too. James loved nothing more than a good fuck. He rarely missed a chance to take a girl home and fuck her brains out. The occasional MILF also found herself in his bed. He had very little need for foreplay and rarely took longer than 10 minutes to get off. Most of the women he fucked left unsatisfied and unhappy. Frankly, it was amazing his reputation hadn't gotten ahead of him. Moving around a lot certainly helped with that, though. It also helped that he did wine and dine the girl before bedding her for the night. This woman, though, was somehow different. James had been going for nearly an hour and she had cum almost 15 times during that time. James hadn't cum even once so far. He was starting to think he might have lost his edge. But then, after probably an hour 12 minutes (strange length of time, he thought afterwards), James filled the little slut with cum.

He smiled as he rolled over and slumped against the pillow. The woman, whose name he hadn't bothered to remember, just looked like she had been run over with a pleasure steamroller. She was nearly as worn out as James . She did have the energy to roll towards James and ask if he would spend the night. James just gazed up at her and laughed. Rolling slowly out of bed, he staggered to the pile of his clothes in the corner and began to dress. He looked at her the entire time he was dressing and occasionally laughed again. When he was fully dressed again, he tossed her his card and left. She was pissed now and made a decision that would alter James's life and the life of all those he encountered from then on. The woman, ya see, was actually a witch and she decided to enact a bit of **** on James. In her anger, however, she failed to think through her **** completely. The cosmic forces of magic tend to be a bit... chaotic when one is under emotional duress.

Looking down at James's business card, she smirked an evil smirk. The witch began to mutter an incantation under her breath.

"You have spurned my love
Now you will pay.
You think when push comes to shove
You can just get away.
You will regret making me cry
You will regret it clear up to the sky.
From this day forth, sex will go away
No matter how hard you pray.
James Doe, you will find your sex drive
shrinking with every soul you bed.
Your life will grow soft, despite how you strive.
With every fucking, sex drive will be shed."

Smiling with satisfaction, she tossed his card across the room where it burst into flames and vanished carrying the incantation with it to wrap around James' life forever. Meanwhile back in the club, James was already looking for a new target. He could feel his erection growing as he let his arousal sore. He had return to the same club where he had met the witch. In fact, he practically lived there. His philosophy (if you could call it a philosophy) was that familiarity was best when trolling for hot "chicks" to bed. He really was a cad, but it never bothered him much what people thought of his behavior. He had, in fact, sometimes, used that impression to score a partner for the evening. Some women were real freaks! Tonight would be a bit different. He didn't yet know it, though.

He had found his next target fairly quickly upon returning the club. He approached her and began his usual spiel. She lapped it up like a thirsty man in the desert who found an oasis. Soon he had her wrapped around his little finger. She was hanging off of him like well-tailored suit. It didn't take long before he was leading her to his car and driving her to her place. He always preferred to fuck at their house so that they couldn't track him down later. He was a cad. He wasn't stupid. As they pulled up in front of the house, he had to marvel at it. The woman, Candy, was loaded! She seemed to live in a mansion and have quite the fortune. He might actually stick around a bit for this one. He had even taken time to remember her name. Of course, it was a fairly easy name to remember. Not to mention it described her perfectly; she was sweet as candy. Had he bothered to pay attention to the address he was driving to, he might have not been so eager to bed this woman.

He pulled to a stop outside the front door and turned off the car. He stepped around the car and opened the door for her. She knew his gallantry was likely just another part of his routine, but frankly she didn't care. He was fucking hot and she hadn't had a good fuck in nearly... three hours. She was almost as much of slut as he was, almost. She at least had the self respect to take some time to find a guy who met certain criteria. Granted, the criteria essentially boiled down to nice car, big muscles, and command of the language. But, still, standards. She smiled to herself as she awaited his chivalry.

Shutting the door after helping her out of the car, James leaned in and kissed her cheek. He had decided on a slightly different tactic with this one. He locked the car and led her up to the front door. She pulled the key out and unlocked the door leading them into the most opulent house he had ever been in. She gave the $5 tour then guided him toward her bedroom. She lived in this mansion with her parents as she had yet to do anything toward making it on her own. After all, she was only 25. She had plenty of time to do something with her life. At least that's what she told her parents whenever they complained about her still living at home. He chuckled to himself about that. He didn't care how much money she had. The only thing he really cared about was what was between her legs. Or what WOULD be between her legs in just a few moments.

They entered her overly decorated room and he had to stop and admire the level of excess on display. Rich people did not appreciate what they had, he thought.

She began to disrobe and that was when he felt something strange about his erection. He was still very much hard, but for some reason he wasn't 100% into fucking at that moment. Oh definitely wanted to fuck her brains out. He just felt like he could wait a bit. He could best express it as a full erection but without the immediate urgency to put it in her. He would definitely fuck her in minutes of her total nudity, but he would take his time to cum. He still was mostly interested in his own pleasure during sex more than hers, after all. Nearly 1-1/2 hours later he came... once. Not one time, one spurt. Now, that normally wouldn't be a problem except he was used to coming at least a dozen ropes while fucking the woman. He chalked it up to being tired and slowly pulled out. Fortunately, the long session had managed to somehow satisfy her so she hardly noticed that she hadn't cum herself or that he was leaving. She was far too out of it.

Slipping slowly out of the mansion, he smiled. He was getting better at knocking them out with his fucking. He was even impressed with his stamina. As James drove home, Candy lay in her bed sleeping. A few hours later, she awoke feeling... nothing. She normally woke up feeling extremely horny, even this late at night. Now, though, she just felt nothing. Even rubbing her pussy didn't get her in the mood. Oh, it felt pleasurable, but it didn't get her horny. Shrugging, she went and began getting ready for bed. She had a lot of... Strange, she couldn't bring to mind the word sex. It was as if the very concept of it had been washed from her mind. Looking around her room at the various hunks hung on the wall, she felt confusion as to why she would decorate her room with such trivial things. Ripping them down, she tossed every single lewd item in her room into the trash and went to sleep. The normally very raunchy women had entirely G-rated dreams.

James had pulled up to his house by the time Candy was deep asleep. He really need to sleep himself. His exploits with Candy had worn him out. Sure, he had come home worn out from fucking before, but tonight he was especially tired for some reason which just seemed to elude his groggy mind. Stumbling into the livingroom, he only just barely managed to not knock anything over as he sluggishly made his way through into the hallway and down to his bedroom. His wife had long since given up caring about his philandering ways. While he still thought he was keeping it a secret, she was well aware he cheated with everything in a short skirt or low blouse or both. It really didn't bother her since they had no kids and she cheated on him too. They hadn't fucked in nearly 5 years so she wasn't in the slightest worried about him finding out she was doing exactly what he did. She also figured he really wouldn't care.

James dropped into bed and was instantly asleep. His dreams were a bit confusing that night. He dreamed the usual dreams but they seemed to constantly shift to the woman getting away or his cock going limp at the final moment before he was inside her or just simply not wanting to fuck. He tossed adn turned all night. Not until about 2 hours before he needed to go to work did he final settle into deep sleep. Oddly, despite his dreams being more or less sexless, he had an erection all night long. He didn't know it yet, but he would never be soft again. He also didn't know that his wife no longer had sex with anyone. At least she wouldn't once she awoke to find she lacked genitals. The curse had turned out to be much more powerful than the witch had planned. Again, that's what happens when you cast angry. James' wife would also find that, much like Candy, she no longer even knew the concept of sex.

8:00am - James rolled over onto his back and yawned. He didn't bother to look for his wife as he hadn't felt a need to in nearly 6 months. Pushing back the covers, he strode naked into the ensuite bathroom and began his morning routine. His erection never even registered in his head. It was probably just morning wood after all. Sure, he hadn't gotten morning wood since he hit 19 or 20, but it only made sense. Twenty minutes later, he was putting on his shoes before walking into the kitchen for breakfast. He sat perfunctorily and awaited his breakfast with a minimum of interest. As he sat thinking about his day, he failed to notice his naked wife happily moving around the kitchen. She set his breakfast down in front of him and then went back to prepare her own breakfast of basic nutrients and water. HE ate quickly and left for work. He didn't care if she did the dishes or not as he didn't want to clutter his mind with such things.

James hopped in his car and drove to work. He passed a few hot joggers as he drove to work. He smiled as he thought about bagging them over a park bench. Shaking his head at such a notion, he continued on to work. His work day went fairly normally, save for the slight reduction in his flirting with the women in his office. No one really noticed as they tried to ignore his behavior most of the time anyway. On the way home, he spotted one of the joggers from the morning and pulled over next her as she stretched. He offered to rock her world and she took him up on it. Parking, he followed her to a bench in a hidden part of the public space and fuck her brains out. When he was done, he got back in his car and finished driving home. The jogger, of course, stood slowly and removed all of her clothes. She watched as her sex and breasts shrank away to nothing. Her boyfriend would be disappointed until she sucked his cock off, literally and figuratively.

James had arrived home by that point and quickly changed his clothes. Tonight he had decided to go with very tight outfit tonight. He had an urge to show off as much as possible tonight at the club. Hopping back in his car, James drove to the club. He parked in his VIP spot and went inside. He smiled at the turn out tonight. Lots of hot babes to score with. Lots of hot guys to score with, too. He shook his head at the foreign thought. Moving on, he stepped up to the bar and ordered his first drink of the night. Taking it from the hot bartender (what the f- he thought), he waited for a woman to approach or to present a good target. It took an hour or so but he finally found his target. She had been sitting with another woman and talking to her all night. Now the other woman had stepped away. James smiled and ordered another round of what the ladies were drinking. He carried the drinks over to the woman's table and sat down.

"Hello there, hot stuff. My name is James. What's yours?"

She just kind of gave him a sidelong glance before asking him to leave. He handed her the drinks for her and her friend. The woman almost immediately grew wary. When James took a sip of his own drink, she grew a bit more open. When he took a sip of her friend's drink, she calmed for the most part. They began to have a friendly conversation and were laughing when the friend came back. She saw that Janet was starting to loosen up and just smiled before walking away. James ignored the other women and Janet was too wrapped up in the conversation to care. After a few more rounds of drinks, Janet agreed to let James fuck her in the ladies' room. He never took the early women home. That "honor" was reserved for the final woman of the night. Janet was slightly less than enthused about the location of the fucking but she was so horny she wouldn't argue. James just locked the door to the restroom and began to undress.

Well, he pulled his pants down enough to reveal his erection which hadn't gone down since last night. Janet moaned loudly at the sight of the monster (in her eyes) cock standing out from his groin. She dropped to her knees and began to suck it with abandon. It didn't take long for him to cum down her throat. Pulling off his cock, she sat back on her heels. James told her to turn around. He only did missionary with the final chick of the night as he wasn't about to lay on the floor of the restroom just to fuck. Janet got on her hands and knees and spread her legs. He slid into her and came again. Pulling out he turned and left the restroom. He didn't bother to check on her or pull up his pants. He just went back to the bar adn waited for the next target. Something about James caused the bartender to ignore James' erection poking out of his pants.

James managed to fuck nearly a dozen women that night before finding the one he would take to her place and fuck. Janet had left the restroom shortly after James and gone home naked. No one in the bar would remember her having been there or what she was wearing when she left. She would never wear a stitch of clothing in her life again. Her job would quickly be transformed as she... well, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. By the time James had gone home for the night, he had managed to unsexualize and unsexify nearly a dozen women. They all went home naked. They all were forgotten by those in the bar they would never again venture inside of. They all would remain changed forever more.

Yawning the next morning, James woke slowly. He was still not quite sure why he had been so busy last night. Something had seemed to come over him. He wasn't complaining mind you. He was just somewhat surprised. He went through his morning routine as usual, still not noticing that he still hadn't gone soft. He had grown smaller, just not softer. His once magnificent 9 inch erection was down to 7 inches. Still big, just not AS big. He walked into the kitchen in a dress shirt and micro-thong. He didn't know why he had felt it appropriate to wear the thong. He just knew nothing else felt right. Breakfast was normal and then he was off to work. The rest of the week followed a similar pattern; go to work in ever more revealing clothing, fuck his way through women at the club that night, then home to his sexless wife, followed by breakfast the next morning then to work. Each morning his penis shrank a bit more.

Each evening the women lost their sex and sexuality more quickly after he left. By Friday, he had even fucked nearly a dozen men, including the bartender who now worked naked and sexless with no sexuality. James had no clue what effect he was having on the town's population, but he was having it none-the-less. Friday night, he actually came home a few hours early so he and his wife could have a much needed date night. She was happy to see he was starting to take their relationship seriously. He was shocked to see the way she had dressed for the date; naked with heels and a necklace. Oh it wasn't the nakedness or the jewelry or even the heels. What surprised him was that he couldn't seem to recall her genitals. He knew she was a woman (or so he thought), but for some reason she seemed to be missing some important parts. Though, it didn't take much for her to convince him to forget anything was missing.

Their date went really well. The romantic comedy was really good. Afterwards, they went dancing and for cocktails. Everywhere they went people accepted them as perfectly normal despite James wearing only a tie and shoes, and his wife wearing only high heels. Afterwards, they headed home. James' wife smiled the entire night and James just glowed. By the time they reached the house, they both knew sex was going to happen. Oh not between them as James now understood his wife had no sex or sexuality to speak of. He would instead go find a hooker to fuck and then be home by 3 AM. As soon as they walked through the door, James found himself wearing just his wife's high heels. She was barefoot now and had a distinct high heeled gait as her feet had taken that as their natural position. He kissed her on the lips and turned to go back out. She turned and began the task of getting rid of their clothes.