These are not stand alone stories, they follow a logical sequence, so I advise you to start at story number one and work through them.
My first day with my enhanced sexual powers had proven to be a wonderful success. Thanks to the enriched sexual pheromones I exuded, which seemed to make women helplessly horny, plus my new ability to smell if a woman was, 'on heat,' and the incredible gift of my new, woman pleaser cock, I'd made quite a start to my new alien inspired sex life.
Women seemed, from my initial experience, unable to resist me, and although they may not have found me attractive at first glance, when it came to it, they were the ones who instigated what eventually happened. Judging from what I'd experienced so far, they succumbed to my super enhanced sexual pheromones within the first 30 seconds or so, and became sexually receptive almost immediately.
Their eyes took on a dreamy, distracted appearance, their breathing became fast and shallow, and their body language became open and inviting. Those little tell-tale micro signals and gestures that most guys never see, impossible to hide, had become obvious to me after the alien doctor downloaded the promised information directly to my brain. How the fuck they, (the aliens ) managed that I have no clue, but since they were obviously so much more scientifically advanced than us, 'earthlings,' it will have to remain a mystery. So be it, a woman's body language was now an open book to me. I could read it at a glance, and know if a woman found me attractive and wanted me sexually.
On top of that, I could actually smell her arousal, knowing when she was becoming wet, plus one thing the alien doctor had neglected to tell me, I could detect a woman's increased pulse rate, the speed of her heart beat as she became excited. All I had to do after that was to initiate physical contact and the woman should respond positively to my advances.
On Sunday morning when I woke up in bed after my, 'alien encounter of the best kind,' I thought I had dreamed the whole thing, right up until I stepped into the shower and found the dream cock I had always wished for was hanging there, and then as I grew harder, jutting proudly from between my legs. Actual flesh and blood reality, around nine inches in length, with a corresponding girth that made it even more impressive. There may be other advantages, as yet undiscovered, but I'm sure they'll reveal themselves as I, 'test drive,' these miraculous new powers.
So, there it was, I had everything required to launch myself on the unsuspecting women of this city. My proximity to them was enough to draw them to me, I could detect their willingness on multiple levels, and could deliver the goods when they willingly succumbed.
However, they weren't mindless, 'zombies,' acting without knowing what they were doing. I wouldn't want that anyway, that held no attraction or excitement for me. They were fully aware of what was happening, and wanted sex as much as I did, but now and then they'd think, 'what the fuck am I doing,' and resist momentarily, but their instinctive sexuality took charge and their doubts were swept away on a tide of pleasure as you will see.
Day one saw me seduce Rosie, the owner of the small café where I regularly treated myself to a full, 'English,' breakfast, bacon, eggs, etc, on a Sunday morning. I was there much earlier than usual, the first customer of the day, and it soon became apparent that unusual things were happening with Rosie, a very attractive woman in her early thirties. She gave me breakfast, which I paid for, and after locking the shop door, gave me herself most enthusiastically in a back room of the café. I left her, a very happy woman, who could hardly wait for next Sunday to roll around.
Next I met Melissa, a married woman, in a secluded part of the local churchyard and seduced her too. I had arrived early for a christening ceremony in the church later that morning, and met Melissa who was quietly reading in the morning sunshine. We started talking, and one thing led to another. She was lovely, and we made love quite recklessly in the open air, where any passer bye could have seen us. Luckily, because it was such a forgotten, secluded area of the churchyard our indiscretion went undetected.
It would have been a major scandal if we had been seen, because I later found out that the lovely Melissa was the wife of the parish minister. He was preparing for his Sunday morning sermon inside the church while I made love to his beautiful wife outside on the grass between the tombstones. I'd have to be more careful I told myself after that discovery.
Wonderful though these seductions had been, due to the less than ideal circumstances they were hastily consummated, and the women, to my mind, didn't get the attention they fully deserved. I resolved to give them a return visit as soon as possible. I marked my own report card as, 'can do better,' and they certainly deserved better, so always conscientious in matters of fucking, I vowed to fuck Rosie and Melissa to a much more satisfactory conclusion next time round. Not that they felt hard done by, since both experienced multiple orgasms in our relatively short encounters. With that thought in mind, I wondered if my pheromones increased
their
libidos and ability to orgasm too. Time would tell!
However, that was yesterday. After the christening of Jim and Pheobe's little girl, Ellie, which is the reason why I was in the churchyard in the first place, we went to a local hotel for lunch. I was trying to be good, I promise, but almost every woman I came in contact with acquired that distracted look within seconds. I could have had some fun, but having fucked two women in the morning already, I swiftly came to the conclusion that just because something was on offer, I didn't necessarily have to take that offer, much as I regretted turning some it away. Although, I must admit that I kissed two or three of them just for the hell of it. I'd come back for the main course at a later date I told myself as I wrote down their freely given phone numbers and contact details.
Today was a new day, and I hoped for a more substantial encounter. Not so much of a rushed, 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am,' sex session. Rosie and Melissa
were
a little bit more than that, but just a little. Today I wanted to seduce someone, and make it a little more meaningful, more protracted, and I found it in the shape of Althea. Who is Althea you may wonder? She's the hairdresser who cuts my hair, and tries her best to keep me looking sharp and stylish, hair wise.
I work from home, like so many others thanks to Covid 19, but it suits me just fine. It means I can more or less work my own hours as long as the work gets done. I had wakened early, overthinking things, still getting used to the idea of what had happened, and especially thinking about what had happened yesterday with Rosie and Melissa. I tried going back to sleep, but it just wasn't happening, so I did what I usually do when that happens. I got up and made myself a cup of tea with the intention of working for a few hours, and then maybe going back to bed for an hour or so to catch up on my sleep later.
I worked diligently for about three hours straight off, but around 9am, I began to get a little rumble of empty stomach syndrome, so I decided to have some breakfast cereal. Uh-oh, short of milk, no problem, there was a mini supermarket a couple of streets away, so I headed to the mini-mart for milk and a few other things while I was at it, and there I met Althea.
I quickly filled up the hand basket with a few items, including the milk, mustn't forget the milk, and was standing in line at the checkout when I felt something sharp poke me in the back. I looked round and there she was, smiling all over her beautiful face at me. Althea, the young woman who cut my hair. Damn she looked good, immaculately dressed, with beautiful make-up as always. She smiled again, I smiled back, while the cashier scanned my purchases, and then I paid with my debit card. I waited beside the check-out while her selection was scanned and paid for. I watched as all this took place, studying Althea.
She was a gorgeous young woman, about twenty seven or eight, and about 5'6" tall, very slim, with a beautiful figure in proportion to her height. Maybe thirty four B or C cup tits I estimated. She wore a loose yellow shirt, not tucked into the waist band of her skirt, a more casual look with the top two buttons open. Her legs were to die for, and her short black skirt, well about the knee, showed them off to perfection. I knew she had a lovely personality from the times we had chatted as I sat in the hairdressers chair in her salon. I had day dreamed and speculated about her many times while she worked on my hair.
