[Author's Note: Special thanks to @Stark_69 for help during editing.
This series has more story than sex, so if that does not appeal to you, you might want to look for another story more to your liking. All characters are over the age of 18. The author does not condone forced sex. ]
Jarrod was waiting in his car for Gerome to show up. The sound of the slow rain hitting the old sedan he sat in was the only sound he heard. The blackness concealed him at the end of the parking lot of the old strip mall. The street lights were out at this end, so Gerome chose this location. Gerome said he had something special for him, something new that his clients would love.
Jarrod was a low-level dealer in the drug trade. He sold whatever he could get to his customers, mainly Marijuana, Meth, Cocaine, or Ecstasy. However, Marijuana sales have declined since the passage of the Medical Marijuana laws. Selling drugs was just one of the ways he made money. He also delivered food for local restaurants, sold stolen merchandise, and did any other side hustle that would make a buck. The food delivery service was a good cover for his other activities.
A set of headlights was pulling into the parking lot's far end. Jarrod felt a brief drop in the pit of his stomach. He hoped it was Gerome and not the cops. Jarrod had nothing illegal in the car but had a bunch of cash and did not want to try to explain why to the cops. The headlights got closer, and he recognized Gerome's car. Gerome backed into the spot on the driver's side. Jarrod hustled from his sedan to Gerome's, trying to avoid getting too wet.
Gerome was a big black man. He was over six feet tall. Jarrod knew he spent a lot of time at the gym working out, and it showed. There was not an ounce of fat on him, and his arm muscles showed through his shirt. He had a gold tooth, a replacement for the one he lost in a fight.
"Hey man, how you doing?" Jarrod asked.
"Getting by," Gerome said in a deep voice.
"Did you see the basketball game last night?"
"Yeah, man, it was a good game. "
"You think they can make it to the playoffs?"
"Think they got as good a chance as anyone else."
Jarrod changed the subject.
"So, you got anything good this time?"
It had been harder getting consistent delivery these days. The B-Virus was spreading across the country. It caused a woman to have this uncontrollable urge to breed. It only affected women of childbearing age, and the only cure seemed to be pregnancy or removing their reproductive organs.
After the lock downs and riots, the government installed severe limits on what could come into the country. As a result, it was harder to get drugs across the border due to the restrictions. Some were still getting in, but supplies were haphazard at best.
"Straight to business, I got some pot and some X, should have some Coke next week," Gerome said.
"Man, I can't make any money off Pot. Everyone got their Med card now. They can buy it at the dispensary. Nobody is buying X since they can't party with chicks. You said you had something special."
"I do have something special."
Gerome reached under his seat, grabbed a bag, and removed a small vial. It was an inch long. It looked like one of those perfume samples you could get in the store. There was a clear liquid inside.
"What do you got there?" Jarrod asked.
"It's the B-Virus, a single dose. It makes a woman want to fuck."
Jarrod looked at the vile and did not say a word. His mind was racing with possibilities, but he did not want to show his eagerness to Gerome.
"Where did you get that?" He asked, stalling for time.
"Why you asking stupid questions? You know I don't reveal my sources."
"I don't know, man; if I get caught with that, I'm fucked."
"Seriously, now you're worried about getting caught with something. If you're not interested, I'll sell it to someone else. I'm trying to do you a favor here."
Gerome dropped the vile back into the pouch.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, hold on there. I didn't say I wasn't interested. How much?"
"$100 a vile, 5 for 4, each vile is one dose. I got ten on me."
"Man, that's steep."
"It's a bargain. You can easily get 2-250 on the street. This is hard to get, and you know guys will want it."
Jarrod considered his options. He knew a couple of people he could sell this to. Jarrod also wanted to hook up with this woman he knew, but she kept refusing his advances. Maybe he could infect her and have his way with her.
"I'll take all 10," Jarrod said.
Gerome zipped up the bag and gave it to Jarrod. Jarrod looked inside and quickly verified that there were ten vials. He counted out eight hundred dollars for Gerome.
"Pleasure doing business with you. I got more if you want it." Gerome said.
Jarrod returned to his car, and they both drove off. On the ride home, he planned how to use this on Rita, the girl he wanted. First, he would have to test it on someone else. He would have to keep track of who ordered food and find some suitable test subjects.
The next couple of days, Jarrod spent his time delivering takeout in search of suitable victims. He took down the name and addresses of potential women. After the day of fulfilling orders, Jarrod spent his nights researching the woman he delivered to on social media. He was looking for single women, preferably with no family nearby, to check on them. Jarrod spent a week identifying several prospects. By the end of the week, he had identified six potential victims. Each was single and living alone, none had family nearby, and they all were women he would fuck.
It took a few days for him to get an order for one of the potential victims. He made several deliveries near their location, but none to the ones he picked out. He could not see the delivery location until he took the order, so he accepted deliveries near the location of the victims. Finally, he got a delivery for one of the girls he picked out. Her name was Michelle.
Jarrod had done his research on her social media accounts. Michelle was in her mid-twenties. She was about 5'5", with dark hair and a slim figure, with C-cup tits. She was a dental hygienist before the lock downs. Most women would not go to work because of the risk of infection and were collecting unemployment. She lived alone and did not have any family close by. The order he was about to pick up was going to her house.
When he picked up her order from the restaurant, he saw she had ordered Chinese. When he took her food to the car, he poured the contents of one of the vials onto her Kung Pow chicken. He drove to her house in ten minutes and rang the doorbell.
"Just leave it on the porch." She said from inside.
"Sure, enjoy your food," Jarrod replied.
He walked back to his car and got in. He watched her open the door and get her food. He checked his watch, and it read 5:37 PM. She should be fully infected by tomorrow if this stuff works as expected. He would visit her tomorrow and see how she was doing. Jarrod spent the ride home thinking of everything he would do to her.
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Michelle had been staying in her house ever since the B-Virus started to spread in this country. She did not want to get infected. She loved working at the dental office and missed going to work and seeing her clients and friends. Being stuck in the house alone was wearing on her mental well-being.
She had ordered takeout several times since the lock downs started and had no problems. However, after eating her Kung Pow chicken, she did not feel well this evening. At first, she thought maybe it was food poisoning. She felt hot, like a fever was starting. As the night wore on, she began to get a tingly feeling between her legs. Slowly it turned into a desire to have sex. She started to fear that she was infected.
Michelle decided to lie down for a while; maybe she would feel better. As she lay in her bed, the urges grew in intensity. Her hand slid into her pants; her pussy was soaked. She unbuttoned her pants to get better access and inserted her finger into her pussy. She started pushing her finger in and out of her pussy. Her other hand slipped under her shirt, fondling her tits and pinching her nipples.
She pulled her finger out and started rubbing circles around her clit. Sighs of pleasure escaped her lips, and she alternated between her clit and pussy. She continued to play with herself, the desire slowly building up inside her. Finally, the orgasm came, rolling through her body, providing release.
The release was short-lived, though; she still needed a dick to fuck. It was a primal need she had not experienced before. She remembered she had a dildo that a past lover had bought. He had a cum fetish, and it was an ejaculating dildo. She still had some lube that looked like cum that it used. She had not used it since that relationship ended. In the back of her lingerie drawer, she found the dildo and lube. She was getting wet just thinking about it squirting in her pussy.
Michelle struggled, loading the lube into the dildo. Finally, she got it loaded with cum. She stripped down and got on her bed, facing the full-sized mirror she had on the floor by the dresser. It was mainly used to model clothes as she tried them on, but sometimes she used it to make a sexy video for a lover.
She stripped, propped herself on a pillow, and spread her legs in full view of the mirror. Her pussy was bald, and she could see tight folds of her pussy. Looking at herself in the mirror added to the arousal she was already feeling. She started rubbing the dildo up and down her pussy lips and circling her clit with it. Shocks of pleasure erupted from her pussy as she continued to stimulate herself. Juices ran out of her pussy and coated the dildo.
She pushed the dildo into her pussy a little until the head was inserted. A small sigh escaped her lips. The image of the dildo in her pussy in the mirror turned her on. She started pushing the dildo further, swallowing it with her snatch. Finally, she reached the end, taking the dildo fully into her. She felt so full with it inside her.
She started slowly sliding it in and out of her pussy. Squishing sounds could be heard as it slid in and out in a steady rhythm. She was focused on watching herself in the mirror. She grabbed her tit with her other hand and pinched her nipple as she increased the pace. She pulled the dildo out and brought it to her mouth, taking it in.
She could taste the musky flavor of her pussy. She shoved the dildo further in her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged, pulled it out, and pushed it back in her mouth, gagging again. She sucked her juices off the dildo and continued to gag herself. When the dildo was clean, she shoved it back in her pussy several times, coating it again with her pussy juices. She continued to watch herself in the mirror as she played with herself.
She thought about what it would feel like to do this on cam, broadcasting to strangers. Random men would be watching her fuck herself with a dildo and sucking her pussy juice off it like a cheap whore. They would jack off to her show and shoot cum on their bellies, on their keyboards, and the floor. Lost in her fantasy, she thought, what if they were standing around her jacking off to her show? They would cum all over her naked body, cum on her face, on her tits, on her belly, on her pussy. She fumbled for the plunger of her dildo, and when she found it, she pushed the plunger down as hard as she could, shooting the lube deep into her pussy.
The feeling of cum lube filling her pussy sent her over the edge. Waves of pleasure washed over her body in the final release. Her toes curled in ecstasy. Her mouth fell open, and she closed her eyes as her body started shaking from the orgasm. She collapsed on the pillow behind her, and her body relaxed as she came down from the plateau of pleasure. She lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. As she drifted off to sleep, she hoped she would feel better in the morning.
She woke up horny the following day. After another couple of sessions with her dildo, she knew she was infected. Michelle knew she had to do something; otherwise, she would end up fucking the first guy she saw and possibly getting pregnant. She decided to call the authorities and report her infection. She picked up the phone and called the emergency number.
"Hello, what is your emergency," the man on the other side asked.
"Hello, I, I think I'm infected with the B-Virus."
"I'm so sorry. What is your name?"
"Michelle Tate"
"What is your address?"
"512 Maple Street, Springdale."
"When did your symptoms start?"
"Yesterday."
"Is there anyone else in the house with you?"
"No."
"Have you had sexual relations with anyone since you got infected?"
"No."
