It was noon on a Thursday as Allison sat eating lunch in the break room, when a curious thought entered her mind.
Staring across the break room at her coworker Ryan, who was eating and talking with a friend, she found herself wondering what his cum would taste like.
It was an odd thought for a few reasons. First, she didn't find him at all attractive; he was fairly average height, a little overweight, and generally unremarkable. The few interactions she'd had with him where fairly innocuous if not a little awkward. He wasn't very charming or funny, and as far as she could tell there was nothing special about him at all.
Allison preferred dating more muscular men. She put in a lot of work keeping her body tight and healthy, and she wanted to date people who did the same. That wasn't too hard for her to find; her shapely ass and double-D tits gave her plenty of options. Her cute face and wavy red hair didn't hurt too much either.
The other big reason it was an odd thought was that she was not a fan of semen. She did typically swallow after giving a blowjob as a point of pride, but the taste and the texture always made her gag a little. All in all, she much preferred when it ended up in a condom in the trash.
Of course that wasn't entirely true. There were a couple times in her life when Allison had lusted for it, to taste it or feel it coating her face and body, but they were oh-so rare and only after multiple orgasms. Definitely not while eating a salad at a table by herself in the break room.
Yet here she was. It was such a weird thought; she wasn't lusting after it or after him. The idea of being sexual with him was disgusting, as was the act of tasting his semen. Yet this curiosity, this desire to know; it was overwhelming.
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Allison made it through the day, though she could barely focus on work. After dinner, Allison went home and called her friend Brie. She and Brie had been best friends since grade school, and they talked about everything from their work lives to their sex lives. There was no thought she felt like she couldn't share, but this one... this one was weird.
"Brie, can I ask you a question?" asked Allison. "It's a weird question. A really weird question."
Brie hesitated, but replied "Of course. What's up?"
"Just today I started having these thoughts about a coworker-"
Brie interrupted "Oh lord Allie, haven't you been burned by that before? Never fuck a coworker!"
"It's not like that! Okay, well... it's sort of like that. But I don't want to fuck this guy, I hardly even want to look at him. But for some reason, all I can think about is... wanting to taste his cum."
"His... cum?" replied Brie.
"Yes."
Brie thought for a moment. "That's not really a question, more of a statement really."
Allison sighed. "The question is, have you ever felt that way before? That you weren't really into someone, but you wanted to taste their semen?"
Brie laughed, "No, no I can't say that I have."
"Don't laugh, this is serious. It's been in my head all day long and it's getting worse. I need your help," said Allison, voice beginning to sound a bit desperate. "I need to come up with a way to taste his cum without having to do anything sexual with him. Like... I don't know, find a used condom of his or something." Listening to herself speak, Allison was beginning to realize just how insane she was sounding.
"Jesus Christ Allie, you're serious about this aren't you?" Brie sounded shocked, but also concerned. "I think you should probably see a therapist about this, but if you're really serious I'll try to help you."
"I am serious," replied Allison.
"Ok," said Brie. She thought for a long moment. "What about Truth or Dare?"
"Truth or Dare?" replied Allison.
"Yeah, you know Truth or Dare right? You get him to play, then after a few rounds you dare him to go off into the bathroom, jack off into a container, and then you taste it."
"But if I taste it willingly he'll think I'm like, obsessed with him or something. I'll never hear the end of it from him."
Silence on the line as they both thought.
"Okay, how about this," said Brie. "We play the three of us, and I dare you to taste his cum. We make him go into the bathroom, jack off into a cup, and then you taste it."
"You'd really do that for me?" asked Allison, amazed.
"I mean, I'm not excited about it. But if it will help you get over this weird obsession, then why not. Plus you'll owe me one; a big one."
"Thank you so much!" exclaimed Allison.
"Don't thank me too much. If you get what you want and decide you want more, you're all on your own after that," replied Brie. Allison agreed.
They changed the topic after that, and awkwardly talked about anything other than sex for a bit before saying farewells and ending the call. Even though this thought had only entered her head earlier in the day it was causing her a great amount of distress, and she was glad that she finally had a plan.
Now all she had to do was figure out how to get Ryan to agree to hang out and play.
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It was noon on a Friday as Ryan sat eating lunch in the break room. Allison was there across the room, eating her salad. She kept sneaking glances at him; he smiled to himself. It was working, it was really working!
After years of researching and further years of practice, Ryan's ability to control minds was finally manifesting. It wasn't easy; mostly he could just provide subtle Suggestions, increasing or decreasing a person's propensity to doing an action or having a desire. But every day it was getting easier and the Suggestions were becoming stronger.
He had started with simple Suggestions; for instance, he'd done minor things like make a female coworker believe that the room was warmer than it was, so she would wear skimpier clothing at work. He made his terrible boss a bit hungrier than normal, and watched with glee as he started slowly gaining weight. He even made his favorite bartender inclined to pour stronger drinks.
But this... this was next level. What he was doing to Allison was twisted. He didn't affect how attractive or not she found him, nor did he influence how she experienced the taste of semen. All he did was give Allison a simple Suggestion to taste his semen, and every hour she failed to do so, the compulsion became worse.
Once she tasted it, he had other plans for her. But for now, it was fun to watch her squirm as she figured out how to taste it without coming off like a slut.
Why Allison? Well, of course she's beautiful. But he also felt like they shared a connection; they worked on a few projects together which always went well, and he thought she always seemed to smile at him and make more eye contact than was necessary. If someone said something funny and she laughed, she'd always look at him instead of at whoever told the joke. On the surface it seemed like she was into him, but deep down he knew she wasn't.
He was too shy to ask her out, and dating a coworker was a bad idea. So he found himself resenting her instead. It made no sense, but that didn't matter; he wanted to punish her for existing.
"Hey Ryan, how's it going?" Allison asked, breaking Ryan out of his thoughts.
"Oh, hi Allison. I'm doing well, and yourself?" he replied.
"Good," she said, with a nervous pause. Did she just glance down at his crotch? He felt himself growing hard. Is she going to try to get his cum now?
"Say," she said awkwardly, "you're not doing anything tonight, are you? I could use your help with something." Ryan's heart was pounding in his chest. It's working, it's really working!
"Oh yeah? What do you need help with?" he asked, slightly flirtatiously. Allison blushed deeply.
