Another Addicted Story ch. 6-8

This isn’t my story, however I enjoyed it so much I wanted to share it.
It has 24 chapters and you can find it on storiesonline. If you don’t like any of the themes, you don’t have to read it. I hope you enjoy the story.


Addicted

by Pariahsol

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Chapter 6: Flashback Daddy Duties


After hearing what my vivacious 16 year old just told me I remembered a conversation that I had with Philip Johnson, the starting defensive end at IU, all those years ago. He had a baby girl the same month as Barbara was born. We were at Visions Gentleman’s Club and started talking about raising daughters and what if they wanted to become a stripper. Philip said that seeing his daughter naked on a stage would be like watching his parents fuck; it shouldn’t happen. My response to him was to ask him if that meant he had to quit shagging his wife when the kids hit puberty. Hell no he said, he was going to be a horny old man shagging anything and everything.

I noticed that a svelte young black girl had entered the stage to disrobe while slowly walking from one side of the stage to the next enticing tips. I pointed her out and Philip said her name was Destiny, but it was actually Farnece and she went to IU. He liked her hard nipples but didn’t think her ass was big enough. I told him to imagine that she was his daughter, how would he feel?

Without hesitating, he said that he would rush up to the stage to get her off of it. When I asked why he said was because that was his job, to protect her. What was he protecting her from? From guys like him and I who were looking at her like a piece of meat, wanting to eat her up. But what if she wanted to be looked at that way? Too bad he had said, that was the role of the father, to protect his baby girl.

This conversation confused me. Before I could ask more, his regular lap dancer showed up and ground her big ass on his crotch, asking him if he wanted to give her a ride and then he was gone. I left not much later, went home and stood over my girl as she slept in her crib. Ann’s father was very protective of her; the time I went to pick Ann up for our first date, her father pulled a shotgun on me and pulled the trigger. The gun was empty but the threat that if I harmed his girl, I would get both barrels was not. I thought about why fathers protected their girls so vigorously. I didn’t like the answer I came up with.

The only answer that made any sense to me was that the fathers were jealous. Some snot nose punk was going to do something to their little angel that society said they weren’t allowed to do. That answer made me sick to my stomach and here I was wondering how I could protect my girl.

“Let me ask you this Barbara. How would you feel when girls you go to school with say things about you because you posed naked?”

“Honestly dad, no different then I feel right now?”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that I don’t have a lot of friends at school because all of the guys and some of the girls want nothing more than to grab my boobies and the rest of the girls are extremely jealous of my boobies. There has been at least six break ups at school because the girls caught their boyfriends ogling my chest. Which by the way, I find hilarious. Daddy, you have told me time and time again to be happy with who I am. Who I am is someone who likes the attention my chest gives me.”

“But what if it is the wrong attention?”

“What is the wrong attention daddy? I don’t drink or smoke. I have no desire to do drugs. I want to have sex before I try something like Ecstasy.”

I wanted to point out to my angel that Ecstasy was a drug but instead blurted out, “You are a virgin?”

“Well yeah.”

“But you hang out with Josh and Tony.”

“Who hang out with me so they don’t get tormented for being gay.”

“They are gay?”

“Yes daddy, they would rather hook-up with you then me.”

“Oh. Do me a favour baby, will you?”

“Anything daddy.”

“Before you make any decisions about posing nude or what not, make sure we have another sit down discussion. And just so you know, the wrong type of attention is where a guy can’t control his urges and rapes you or worse. Think about that too.”

“I think I can easily do the first one for you dad, as for getting raped, I am not walking around teasing the guys, half my clothes aren’t even skin tight, so my chances of getting raped is no worse than when Mrs. Willow was last year.”

Mrs. Willow was a widow who lived three streets down, she was targeted to be raped not because of her looks but because she was seventy seven. Her sons made her move into a retirement home after the rape occurred.

“What about losing my cherry? Do you want to talk about that one ahead of time too?”

Where the fuck did that one come from?

“I, uh, thought that was something your mother was going to cover.”

“I have tried talking to her about it. A couple of times.”

“You did? And what did she say?”

“The first time she said I was too young to talk about something like that and the second time I brought it up, she screamed at me that I was going to be a virgin until I was twenty eight.”

Why am I not surprised that was my puri-tyrannical wife’s response.

“Would you like to talk to me about when you feel like you are ready to take that step?”

“COULD I? PLEASE DADDY!?”

“Whoa, calm down there baby, you about knocked my eye out with those things.”

“Sorry daddy.”

“No problem. Now, let me talk to your mother about you and sex and this surgery she wants you to have. Okay?”

“Okay daddy, you are the best.”

And then she hugged me real tight and went up to her room.



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Chapter 7: I Have the POWER!


The next day I get another call from Dr. Cole’s office; Shannon said that it wasn’t an emergency this time but Dr. Cole would still like to see me if possible. I told her I had a couple of hours free at lunch time and would be there around eleven, eleven thirty.

Shannon gave me a queer look when I entered, so I asked her if everything was alright, she hesitated before stating that Dr. Cole religiously took her lunch with her husband from eleven thirty to one but today she made an excuse to see me and had her cancel the rest of her appointments for the afternoon. I wanted to ask Shannon if she thought the good doctor was cheating on her husband with me, but I knew that answer.

Elizabeth wasted no time, once she shut the door behind her; she took off her white lab coat and pulled off her turtle neck sweater, showing that she was not wearing a bra. The turtle neck also hid the hickeys all along her neck and down to her nipples. I couldn’t help myself and asked if she had fun last night. She grabbed another sample container off of her desk, shaking it as if to say, ‘we have some unfinished business’ before telling me that yes, her husband took real good care of her last night, just as he always does before she engulfed my hardening rod.

I let my self savor her talented mouth before I got down to the business I was interested in, asking her if she found anything out or did she get greedy and devour the second sample last night. She stopped what she was doing to confirm that she did what I told her and used the second sample to run tests on; in fact she was actually rather productive. She wanted a third sample to send out for tests that she couldn’t do at her office and if I was willing, she would also like another sample for her palate. I asked her to tell me what she found out and if she couldn’t talk with my stalk in her mouth then to stop the sucking until she was done telling me what she knew. She was not to be deterred from enjoying herself on my dick, but she did pull back from the sucking and concentrated on licking with the tip of her tongue, all of the sensitive spots she could find.

She did think that my sperm was indeed addictive but that she thought it was limited to be addictive orally and rubbing it in the skin doesn’t seem to be very effective, nor did she think vaginal insertion would have an much of an effect, but she wasn’t sure why. She theorized that the high levels of pheromones in my semen was the main culprit causing the addiction but that the pheromones hitting the olfactory glands was not strong enough, but the supplementary gray liquid being produced seemed to make the pheromones much stronger to ones sense of taste, which is why she wanted to send the next sample to an outside lab.

When I asked her if she figured out anything else, she paused for a long moment and then released the real kicker. She wasn’t sure but from what she experienced with me yesterday and some chemicals she thought she detected in the sample, that someone who imbues my sperm would be susceptible to my wishes and commands.

That one took a few minutes for my mind to wrap itself around; during my silence Elizabeth wasted no time lavishing my leaking dick with her exquisite oral attention.

“Why do you think that my sperm will give control over another person?”

Elizabeth didn’t pause to answer me until she had taken me all the way to the root twice in quick succession. “Two things, the strength of your pheromones in your sample and each time you asked me a direct question yesterday, I had every intention of lying or disguising the honest answer from you, I definitely was not going to admit that I had scarfed down, let alone touched one of your sperm samples, but I couldn’t lie to you. I just couldn’t. After my husband satisfied me last night, well actually, we got done early this morning, I still couldn’t sleep as my mind replayed everything we said, and how my first response was to tell you the truth even with responses that I had agreed to lie to you about. The outside tests should confirm what chemicals are active in your sperm but I am pretty sure it is going to come back filled with something akin to what is found in the so-called date rape drugs, only more potent.”

“Is there a possibility of this coming back to haunt me? That some company or even the government will want to test me like a guinea pig?”

“No, your sample will not contain anything to reference you; the item number will be a six digit number I am going to think of on my own. No social, no name, no address will be connected to you.”

“Thank you.”

Elizabeth muffled a ‘your welcome’ when she went back to deep throating my dick. I wasn’t ready, my mind was on too many other things than sex, but damn did she feel good.

“How long will this leaking last? How long will the effects last?” Dr. Cole didn’t pull my dick out of her throat to answer; she just looked up at me and shook her head; she didn’t know. I had more questions but I wasn’t sure if any answers were known so I let myself get distracted by Elizabeth’s excellent technique and soon I was announcing the pending explosion out the tip of my penis. At the last possible moment she pulled her mouth off and I filled the sample container. The three small dollops that missed and landed on her hand, Dr. Cole promptly licked up.

Sated, I sat back while Elizabeth stuffed my flagging dick back her mouth. The warm, soft, gentle sensation she was giving me was enough to want me to take a nap. After my head nodded once or twice, I raised and looking down I asked the only question I thought mattered at that moment.

“What next? Where do we go from here?”

Pulling her mouth off of my limp penis, Dr. Cole teased the end with the tip of her tongue before answering.

“I want to try a couple of irrational experiments.”

“Irrational?”

“Yes, things no good doctor should ever think of ordering.”

“And that is?”

“To submit your sperm to two, maybe three different test subjects and annotate their responses.”

“Test subjects? Submit? You want two or three more people to suck on my dick?” I am not sure my dick could handle any more action then quenching Dr. Cole’s needs.

“Sucking them? No, I came up with another idea this morning when I was in the shower. Your pre-cum, that you are constantly leaking has the same chemicals it seems as what is in your sperm; it is just not as strong. From the reactions you have told me about other peoples responses, the levels found in your pre-cum isn’t strong enough. So we dilute your sperm. Additionally, I am beginning to think that your sperm will not have any affect on males, or at least straight males.