Escalation

Carrie worked the front as Tom reamed the cafe's landlady in the office, thankful that no one came in while her boss was laying pipe in the back.

When he came back out with a very pleased looking Miss Ashleigh Billings, she had a iced blended mocha ready for her, with the bottle of special syrup that she recognized from the smell alone. Ashleigh giggled as she sipped it on her way out.

"We need to talk," Carrie said to Tom, amidst their empty coffee shop.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked, looking her over.

"It can wait until we close and we can go back to your office," she said. Tom stopped and looked at the complete lack of people. He pulled out the 'Be Back Soon!" sign, put it on the door and locked it.

"I'd rather talk now," he said. Carrie walked into the storage room with him.

"So we both know your cum changes people," she said bluntly. Tom was a little surprised.
"What... do you mean?"

"I'm not an idiot. I tasted the bit on the thickener bottle, then I fucking blew you. I went from virgin thinking about you shirtless to obsessed with your cock. The syrup and your cum, they tasted the same. Somehow, your cum makes people want to make you happy. And I know you jerked off into Miss Billings' mocha because I've caught you doing it before, two months ago!" Tom winced at the accusation. "And then, you got her to take it up the ass today. So its changing people. Plus, all my bras are too small since I blew you. Like I went up a cup size overnight. So either I gained ten pounds in a night, or your dick makes people weird and makes tits bigger."

"I... think you're right. Starting a few days ago, my cum started changing people. And Ashleigh was the first victim. Followed by you. I never meant for you to-" Carrie held up a hand and silenced him.
"Since I sucked you off, my mind's been obsessed with dreams. Dreams of this stuffy, straight laced town relaxing and becoming the sort of place where people are way more laid back, especially about sex. Dreams of Julia and me at your side as you sit on a throne, with throngs of women reaching for you. I don't want these dreams to stay dreams, Tom." The eighteen year old Korean woman looked him in the eye. "I feel it in my bones, Tom. I have it invading my thoughts. Its like a sexy version of every demon possession in a movie. But I like it." She walked closer to him and pulled him in for a kiss. He followed, his tongue exploring her mouth for a moment before they pull back.

"How many people have you... influenced so far?" Carrie asked.

"Let me think. You, Ashleigh. Julia did it to herself this morning."
"You brought a squeeze bottle of semen into the cafe, you wanted it."
"Fair. At least Wanda and Catherine. Probably Logan, Charly and Samantha too. Oh, and the woman from the HOA board."

"Holy fuck Tom. Nine people already?" Carrie was shocked now.
"I know, I feel terrible. I'm horrible," he said, starting to feel that sense of anxiety overwhelm him again.
"No, it's fucking hot!" She exclaimed. "I have been thinking. Ever since I tasted it, all I want is more. It's almost addictive. So what if we influenced the people who come in?" Carrie said with a devilish grin.
Tom wasn't sure. Was it right? Did it matter? If he was truly happy with just his wife, he wouldn't have tried at all. Anyone would be happy with two MILFs and an Asian co-ed. But he didn't stop there. Tom's thoughts raced. He deserved to be happy. Maybe the shop getting more popular would do it.

"What are you thinking?" Tom asked Carrie. Her smile grew.
"For now, we keep normal syrup and 'special' syrup labeled. I, and eventually Julia, will hand pick the perfect people to give the special syrup to. Maybe they're the rude ones, maybe they're in need a confidence boost, maybe they're popular or whatever. But we make them a little better. And then they come back and tell their friends." Carrie nudged him. "You're the only man who's ever been nice to me, Tom. You deserve to be the big man in town. I thought that before the change too."
Tom stopped. "I find that hard to believe."
"No, you deserve it, really."
"Not that. No man's been nice to you?"
"My dad thinks my business degree is a MRS degree in disguise. All of my former teachers either ogled me or spoke down to me. You always treated me nice. You're kind. Imagine if some kind of serial killer got this power instead of you. If anyone deserves to fuck every hot woman in town, its you." She groped herself. "And, seeing what its done to me and Ashleigh, I think another dose or two might make any woman hot." She grabbed his bulge through his pants with one hand and started unbuttoning her shorts with the other. "So before we reopen the shop, I want a promise. I help you get more business, you make me a manager once you expand. You take care of me, and I'll take care of you too, Sir. Deal?"

Tom thought about it. Is she right? Could I run the town? Could I make everyone loyal to me? What says they shouldn't be?

The mental image of an even sexier version of Carrie and Julia, with bigger tits, tighter waists, having them at his side when he was making deals, it was intoxicating. Almost as intoxicating as the image of him fucking Carrie right here, right now.

"Deal. You have an idea already. What's the first step?" Tom asked.

"Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me right here in the stock room, fill me up, and then I'll give you my plan of attack."
Tom was hard as he could be again and he pushed her over a box of deliveries. He pulled on her shorts to reveal her small ass and tight pussy, dripping wet, waiting for him. He pulled his cock out and walked around to her mouth. "Suck me first," he said.

She opened her mouth and took Tom in as deep as she could. She knew where his cock had just been, and she wondered if she was tasting the remnants of Ashleigh's assfucking and anal cream pie as she lubed him up more. She swirled her tongue around his cock and moaned at how lewd it all was as she let a hand drift down to play with herself. The way she bobbed her head on it felt almost like she was fucking her own mouth for her pleasure with Tom's filthy holewrecker. She pushed herself past her throat - she needed to prove to him she was a good girl. This was the wrong angle for it, the wrong everything, but she needed more of him in her. She relaxed her throat and felt it push her to gag, but she didn't care. She would be his personal assistant in every way. That meant making deals, corrupting people, getting him food, complimenting him, and right now that meant letting him use her throat as a combination masturbation sleeve and dick cleaner.

She moaned in pleasure once he was in her throat. She never knew it could feel as good as this - she hoped vaginal sex would be as good.

"Ffck muh froat," she moaned, her nose buried in his pubes. Tom thought a few pumps would be good. He grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting, the gutteral noises sounding obscene even before one saw it was a thirty-something business owner using an Asian teens mouth like he was a beast in heat. After about a minute, he pulled all the way out and she gasped for air.

He walked back around the boxes and flipped her over. With a flurry of motion he pulled her apron straps down, her shirt open and lined the head of his cock to her dripping virgin pussy.

"Please Sir," she said, her voice as **** as a starving woman asking for food. "Fuck me."

Tom slammed his hips forward, impaling her on his sword, and she screamed out the **** of her chastity. His ten inch froth wand stirred up her insides enough that for a split second Carrie worried she might end up with internal bruising. Tom grabbed her under the knees and pushed them to her side, laying the part-time college student on the table to get as deep as he could in her. Her breasts moved with every thrust and soon she was screaming even louder than Ashleigh had been.

"Fuck Sir! Fuck me! Cum in me! I need your cum!" She screamed as her first orgasm broke her into a series of "fuck, shit, can't, yes" over and over again.

Tom was lost in a haze of lust and he let out his third spray of seed into the teens fertile, inviting pussy, which caused her to cum again. Once he was done pumping her full, she reached down as he pulled out. She wiped all of their combined juices off of his cock and licked it off her hand.

"Its even better mixed," she giggled as she licked her fingers clean.