I walk home dejected from work, my boss always on my ass about something or other.
There is a pan handler sitting on the street. He gets my attention holding out a doll small enough to fit in my pocket. He explains to me, it's a voodoo doll, and all you need is a piece of hair to activate the spell. He wants $500, for it. I laugh at his preposterous price. He's not amused, and demands a hair. I reluctantly provide one, and he entwines it in the weave of the doll. He says the magic words. He ask me if I feel any different, but of course I don't. I start to walk away when I have this weird urge to turn around. I walk back to the panhandler and slide my hand over my crotch and start rubbing. The idea feels so right to me to have him watching me rub myself. I see him moving this doll that's doing the same thing, but I only care about my task at hand as I rub harder and faster. He stops the doll, and moves the hand away. My mind realizes what I was just doing and I am embarrassed. He laughs and tells me the doll makes you do things, but makes it seem as if you want to do them. I buy the doll, and he hands the instructions on how to activate it. With pleasantries exchanged I walk off with my new prize, hoping it still works.
I head into work the next day, and bored I ask my boss to clean her office. I find a stray hair and pocket it. I entwine the hair in the weave and say the activation words.
As a test I make the doll walk into my office, and sure enough my boss walks in. Adorned in a short flowery tight dress she enters. Her 5'1" 40 year old soft body looking delicious as usual, her 34b tits stand out and up, helped by the tight dress. Her wide hips hugged and looking so good in the dress.
"How may I help you Danielle," I say pleased with the results of the doll.
She looks confused. "I'm not sure, I forgot I guess." She goes to leave but turns back around, "oh, actually we have a meeting in 10 mins."
I finish up what I am doing, and head to the warehouse for a meeting with the staff. I stand back behind the rest, doll in my pocket.
Danielle greets everyone, and starts her usual "we have to work harder, we have to care about this place" spiel.
Then out of nowhere, she turns around, her ass pushed up from the dress, and wide like her hips, on display. She smiles back at everyone, spreads her legs, and bends at the waist grabbing her ankles. The dress inches up over her ass, putting her purple silk thong panties on display. She slides her hands up her legs as she stands up, and raises her hands above her head, the dress rides with her arms pulling the hem to the middle of her ass cheeks.
On cue a radio starts playing music, and Danielle starts swaying her hips to the music, the dress sliding further and further up. She does a quick about face, showing of the triangle of the panties from the front. She dances as her hands rub all over her body. She grabs the thong straps and pulls them up, as the panties pull tight around her lips. The camel toe it creates gets a lot of cheers from the men.
Then, without warning the music stops and she stands there clear of mind, pussy on display. She looks around confused, and quickly fixes herself. She hurries off heading to her office. The rumble of chatter from the crowd increases as I head to her office chasing after her.
I knock on the door, and get greeted with a "go away". I knock again, this time she opens the door herself. I walk in shutting the door behind me. I sit down. "Are you okay. What happened out there?"
She's crying clearly from the embarrassment. "I-I don't know, I don't know what overcame me."
"Well, that was quite a show you put on for everyone," I hide back a smile.
"I know, and I had the urge to do it, but I'm not sure why." She buries her face in her hands. "I'm so embarrassed, I don't know how I will face them again."
"You shouldn't be embarrassed, you have an amazing body. And I'm sure everyone enjoyed your little seductive slut dance."
She looks at me in shock at calling it a slut dance. She stares at me locking eyes, wanting to say something, but the words escape her. I fiddle with the doll in my pocket. She bites her lip and the look turns to lust. She stands up and walks until she is standing in front of me. She slides her arms out of her dress, and pulls it down over her tits, they sag with no support, the clear evidence of having 4 kids. Smiling at me she drops to her knees, and slides her hands up my thighs coming to rest on my bulge. I take my phone out and place it where it can catch all the action.
"You like being a slut huh, Danielle?" I ask in a harsh tone.
"Yes, Michael," she purrs back.
She fumbles with my belt and unbuckles my pants. She slides them down a little, and grabs hold of my 7" long 5" in girth cock. I'm pleased that her office has no windows as she leans in and kisses my tip.
I run my hands through her light brown, with blonde highlights, silky smooth hair. I've longed to touch her hair and give a little yank as I run my hand through it. I feel my cock enter her mouth. Her tongue dance over the head, and undulates over the bottom as her head slides lower.
"God your mouth feels so good Mrs. Vander, you're such a good cock sucker," I moan, her only response is a moan, sending vibrations through my cock.
