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The Horny Pill: Field Test #1 The Biker

By Faye Brookfield

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2019 Faye Brookfield



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Chapter One




“’Night Jess. See you tomorrow.”

I lifted my head from the eyepiece of my microscope and pushed my glasses back up my nose with my finger.


Oh, goodnight,” I said awkwardly. I had been so lost in my work, I hadn’t realised it had gone 6 o’clock and darkness had fallen outside the clinical pharmacology lab. My assistant Nikki, hovered by the door as if reluctant to leave the laboratory. She had left her white coat in her locker and had slipped on some high heels, fluffed her hair and freshened her lipstick. She looked young and pretty.

“A few of us are going out for a drink,” she coaxed. “Would you like to join us?”


Immediately, I felt my cheeks begin to colour. I bent my head back to my microscope and played with the fine adjustment knob, glad that a substantial lock of blond hair had worked itself free of my tight bun and had fallen forward to help camouflage my flushed face.


“Oh, gosh.” I murmured self-consciously. “That’s really nice of you. But I need to finish working through these slides.”

Nikki, put a hand on her hip. “You’re always working. Come on. It’s Friday night. Don’t you want to have some fun?” she paused, and added archly. “Daniel will be there.”


I felt my cheeks radiate heat. Damn! My younger assistant had correctly intuited that I had a king-sized crush on Daniel Hunter, a fellow scientist who worked in an adjoining laboratory at Taylor and Vaughn Pharmaceuticals.


Daniel, was tall, with sexy, blue-denim eyes and a body that was so gorgeous, I could feel my panties moistening every time I caught a glimpse of him in the corridor. I had never been brave enough to engage Daniel in conversation in the cafeteria at lunch, preferring to bury my head in whatever novel I had brought to hide in that day.


Daniel was working on a different project than I and there was no need for us to consult. So, apart from an occasional nod in the hallways and a crisp good morning, we had never really spoken. Better to come across as aloof and distant, than for Daniel and the others to realise the truth about me. Which was, that I was a woman in her early 30’s, who was an intelligent and accomplished clinical pharmacologist…but who was also socially awkward and pathologically shy…especially with men.


No, thank you,” I said sharply. “I need to finish up here. I’m sure I’m getting closer to creating the oxytocin synthetic.”


Nikki sighed, admitting defeat. “Ok.” She swung her handbag over her shoulder. “Have a great weekend.” The door swung shut behind her.


I let out my breath in relief. My heart rate began to slow. There was no way I could join my colleagues for a drink. I would stutter and blush and be unable to look them in the eye. They would whisper and laugh at my pathetic antics and soon, I wouldn’t be known as the icy but brilliant Dr Jessica Frost, but as poor, gauche Jess. Unable to hold her own in a conversation outside of work.


I bent again to my microscope and squinted at the Jackson Pollock-like splotches on my slide. After about half an hour, my eyes blurred and I blinked them a couple of times to bring them back into focus. I was tired. It was time to finish up.


I stored my slides carefully, covered my microscope and locked the lab behind me. I drove the short distance home, let myself in to my small condo and greeted my aging tabby, Puss.


Hey Puss. Want some dinner?” He twined himself around my legs in delight as I filled his bowl. Then I poured myself a glass of chilled white wine. I sat in the lounge and sipped the wine slowly, savouring the crisp dryness on my tongue and thought about my work that day.


The irony of having a socially inept pharmacologist working on an anti-anxiety drug was not lost on me. Recently, we scientists had found that oxytocin, (a natural hormone that assists childbirth and helps mothers’ bond with new-born babies) also helped reduce anxiety and calm phobias. So now the race was on to commercialise a synthetic drug based on the hormone.


I hoped to be one of the first to achieve this, and not only because I planned to make a lot of money for my pharmaceutical company. I also had high hopes the drug might be able to help me.


It wasn’t easy being a red-blooded woman in the prime of her life, with a healthy sex drive who found it impossible to even talk to a man. Alcohol helped a bit. The few sexual encounters I had experienced had come after some heavy drinking. But they were unsatisfactory.

The next morning I would wake with a tingling pussy but a pounding headache as well and only hazy memories of the night before. That was not nearly good enough! I was a Scorpio, apparently the most sexual sign in the zodiac and I wanted sex. No, I needed sex! I may be shy socially, but I wasn’t shy about what I wanted to do with my body.


I was no sexual shrinking violet. I watched and enjoyed porn. I loved it. Every kind of porn. The beautiful lesbians who adored spreading their partner open and taking turns eating each other out. The hard-core gangbangs where some lucky woman was held down and had cocks plunged into her every orifice. The bondage scenes where she might be suspended in an impossible splayed position and whipped and fucked hard by a muscular dom. And the machines.


Oh, those glorious, never-tiring fucking machines! I had dildos and vibrators in a variety of sizes and shapes, but I so wished I owned a fucking machine. My cunt would twitch and jump as I watched the woman spread-eagled and reamed by the pistons of the appliance. The dildo would blur from the speed of its hammering. Her screams would come in juddering spasms from the rhythmic blows.

I would slip my hand down the front of my panties and rub my clit, my fingers working busily until I was slippery with desire. My moans would increase along with the screams of the woman in the video, until I would come hard, my hips bucking and my back arching in ecstasy. Little electric shocks of pleasure would flicker up and down my inner thighs but it still wasn’t enough.


I wanted a large, hard cock to bluntly nudge aside the lips of my labia and push blindly into my body, seeking the depths of my warm, slippery cunt. I wanted it to slowly, oh so slowly, stretch me wider and wider until it filled me to the brim.


Then, I wanted it to rear back and pause for an excruciating moment before plunging back into me hard. So hard, that the shock waves rang through my body. Then for it to lunge again and again and again for long minutes on end, until my pussy began to feel tender and sore. Slap after slap, until I arched and screamed and came a second time. This one even harder and longer and more powerful than the first. As nothing beat a truly vaginal orgasm.


I shifted uncomfortably on my couch. My pussy was contracting and yearning. I could feel the juices beginning to build and my clit swelling in anticipation. I sighed, wishing I had a real man to fuck me instead of a buzzing dildo.


But I rose and collected my laptop, logged onto Pornhub and went into the bedroom preparing to pacify my aching urges the only way I could.


***



My sated pussy was still purring with satisfaction the next morning as I sat at my work station. It wasn’t unusual for me to come into work on a Saturday. I had nothing else planned and I enjoyed the tranquillity of having the lab to myself.


I reached for another compound in a test tube and used the movement as an excuse to twist on my stool, grinding my still swollen inner lips to the leather surface for an extra jolt of pleasure.


I had used myself hard the night before. One huge dildo in my cunt, another vibrating furiously in my ass and a tiny, buzzing clit-tickler pressed tightly to my fun button. I had come with a scream so load, my throat still felt hoarse this morning.


It was hard to stop my mind from drifting back to the incredible sensations and the exciting porn clip I had watched and imagined myself participating in, but I needed to concentrate on the fiddly job I was currently engaged in.


I reached for another test tube and fitted it carefully in the holder.


I frowned. That was strange. It was a different colour from all the rest. It looked as though Nikki had made a mistake in her eagerness to leave work the night before. I looked at the label. It was one of Daniel’s. His team was working on a synthetic that would help combat the effects of menopause. Hot flushes, night sweats, all that fun stuff we women had to look forward to when our periods ceased.


I moved to put the tube aside, to return to the correct lab on Monday morning. The tube suddenly slipped out of my fingers and crashed into one of my samples. Both tubes shattered with a tinkling sound.

“Shit!” I swore, cursing my ineptitude.


A hazy, pink vapour rose from the merging puddle seeping from the broken tubes and slithered past my face. My nostrils flared as the scent reached my brain. I smelt brine and something that stung like citrus but was like nothing I had ever smelt before. I froze. Then my stomach rolled deliciously and my pussy clenched.


On their own volition, my arms rose to my head and released my hair from the bun I always wore. I shook it out slowly, and it settled in a blond cloud upon my shoulders. My fingers went to my blouse under my white lab coat and flicked open the top three buttons, until my lacy bra and the tops of my breasts swelled out. My nipples were hard, jutting through the thin cotton and I stroked and pulled at them because they were aching to be touched. What was happening to me?


I caught sight of myself in the shiny surface of the aluminium fridge. I stared. My pupils were dilated behind my glasses, taking up almost all the circumference of my blue eyes. My lips were red and swollen and tingling with need. I looked gorgeous and fuckable! Like every man’s wet dream. My breasts appeared bigger, my pussy flooding with heat and juices.


I had felt horny many times in my life, but this was horniness on a scale off the charts! If I didn’t fuck soon, I thought feverishly. I would die!


I tried to get a grip on myself. I was a scientist damn it! The pink vapour had obviously affected the synapsis in my brain. It was up to me to document what was happening and to record it for mankind. I tried to take a deep breath, but was distracted the sight of my breasts heaving in their lacy cups. They were beautiful, begging to be liberated and sucked.


No! I shook my head. Focus! Daniels test tube had held XXXXXXX, (Editor’s note: Due to commercial sensitivity and for the safety of females the word over, some text has been redacted) that must have mixed with my XXXXXX, to form the powerful aphrodisiac that was affecting me.


This was incredible! It had to be the most significant discovery in the word of science since Viraga! But it was better than Viagra. Because it actually affected the female libido.


The possibilities whirred through my mind. Every tired mum who wished she still cared enough about sex to want to sleep with her husband would buy this product. Every menopausal woman with a flagging sex drive, every girl who wished her boyfriend still turned her on.


Did it work on men too? I wondered. There was so much to learn. I needed to write the formula down.


Before I even realised what I was doing, my feet had carried me to the door of the lab, into the silent corridor and then out to the street. I watched myself with a kind of scientific detachment as if making mental notes for later.


I felt like a different person. I wasn’t me anymore. There was no more shyness and awkwardness. I felt like a lioness, a warrior princess, a queen bee and I was going to find a man to fuck.



Chapter Two


As I walked slowly down the street, I felt my hips rolling seductively. I was dressed casually in a light blue cotton blouse and tight jeans with flat, slip on ballet slippers and I had neglected to take off my white lab coat, but I felt sexy. So incredibly sexy. The roll of my hips accentuated the sway of my ass and the tops of my exposed breasts jiggled alluringly with each step. Men watched me as I sauntered past.


And I watched them, eyeing them up and down. Rating them for attractiveness, eyes gauging the bulge in their pants.


I smiled at them confidently, my tongue slipping out to touch the swollen point of my upper lip knowing that they all wanted me. Their eyes widened and their heads turned to watch me pass. I felt powerful. Fully in control of my sexuality.


I marvelled at the change in me. At what had to have been the drug-induced chemical change in my brain. Where was my shyness? My awkwardness? My inhibitions? All gone.


There was a dive bar further down the street. I had never been inside. Too shy, too nervous to even set foot in it. I had seen the Harleys propped in a row outside and knew it was a biker’s haunt. A dangerous, alien place. Now, I pushed the door open and stepped into the darkened room.


There was a hum of conversation, that immediately stilled as I walked slowly to the bar, letting every man inside take a good look at me. The bar smelt of beer and smoke and leather and MEN. I took a breath, convinced the drug had made my senses finer. I could swear I could smell the testosterone. My clit tingled in response.


I reached the bar, pulled my glasses off slowly, folded them and tucked them into the pocket of my lab coat. Then I slid the coat off languidly, as if starting a strip tease. You could have heard a pin drop; the place was so quiet. A song, playing quietly on the juke box the only sound. One bearded biker had frozen, his beer stein halfway to his lips, mesmerised by me.


I laid my coat on a stool and leaned forward on the bar, resting my elbows on the sticky wooden surface. I felt my close-fitting jeans pull even tighter around my ass.


I could feel eyes on it as I ordered a beer from the bartender. My voice sounded different too. Deeper, breathier. The bartender poured me a beer, and I raised it, took a sip and then turned to survey the room. Some conversation had started again, but all eyes were still on me.


The bar was crowded. Smoke hung hazily in the air. The tables were filled with biker types. Big men. Strong, leather-wearing, tattooed men. Some dirty and missing teeth. Some bearded and older. Some were younger, muscled and virile. These were the ones I focused on.


There were a few women in the room. Skinny, pale biker chicks with lank hair. I ignored them. I wanted their men and I would have the one I chose.


My eyes came to rest on a beautiful specimen. He was perhaps 40 with dark, longish hair and a strong stubbled jaw. He wore a leather vest, without a shirt and I could see the tattoos on his muscled chest and bulging arms. His jeans were tight and the bulge in his pants was impressive. He absorbed my stare calmly. He was a man who knew he was hot. He was used to female attention.


I left my beer on the bar and sauntered over to him. His two friends elbowed each other in the ribs slyly as I approached. He leaned back in his seat and spread his legs provocatively, a confident smile playing upon his lips.

Hey, baby,” he drawled. His smile faded as I didn’t reply straight away. Instead I leaned forward and rested a hand on the table, giving him the full benefit of my impressive deep cleavage. I put my mouth close to his ear, inhaled his scent of leather and soap and said.


I need you to fuck me. Hard and long. Right here. Right now.” I straightened and looked at him frankly. “Is that something you think you can help me with?”


His friends had heard and they were open mouthed in awe. He glanced at them briefly as if for reassurance, and replied. “Fucking A!”


He stood up. He was tall, his biceps bulging, his chest swelling out of his leather vest. He looked around feverishly. I could see his mind working. He couldn’t fuck me here in the bar. Could he?


He called out to the red-headed barman. “Scotty, can we use the back room?”

The barman replied in a broad Australian accent.

“Sure mate. Fill your boots.”


He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back of the bar, through a door and into a store room, obviously trying to regain the upper hand as the one in control. It suited me, so I let him pull me along, my mouth already parted and panting in expectation.


He slammed the door behind us, pushed me up against a shelf full of boxes and kissed me deeply, his stubbled chin rasping against mine. He tasted of potato chips and beer. He was delicious. I twined my hands in his thick hair and kissed him back passionately, my tongue meeting and sparring with his.


I felt his growing hardness press against my belly and I took a leap and snaked my legs around his hips, mashing my pussy against his cock, wishing the denim layers separating us were gone. He grunted in surprise, but caught me, his big hands cupping my ass cheeks and holding me there. I broke off the kiss and gasped for air, flinging my head back and feeling him bite at the soft skin of my throat. I loved it so I clenched my hands in his hair.


Ow,” he brought his head up, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, you like it rough, do you?” he growled dangerously.

“I love it rough,” I panted.

His hands tightened on my butt. “You want to be careful what you wish for,” he whispered. “’Cause most women can’t handle my kind of rough.”

I licked my lips. “I’m not ‘most women’.”


He gave a kind of an animal growl and strode, still carrying me, to a small mattress in the corner. He dropped me on it and fell on me, dragging down the fly of my jeans and ripping them from my legs. He pushed my knees apart and pushed his face into my hot pussy. It was jumping and throbbing in excitement and anticipation. I felt his hot breath through the thin, sopping material of my panties, as he grasped the lace on top of my mound and ripped it off with his teeth.


I lay with my cunt open and exposed. I drew my knees to my chest and reached down with both hands to hold my lips open for him, showing him the narrow, hot tunnel, I wanted him to pound.


Jesus,” he breathed. Then he bent his lips to my willing cunt. His stubbled chin dug into my buttocks just grazing my asshole. He sucked my clit into his mouth and worried it with his teeth.


Ahh,” a high-pitched sound burst from me.


He slapped the tight drum of my ass and then used that hand to stab three fingers deep into my cunt. His tongue flicked around my clit and then he sucked it hard. His fingers pumped and burrowed. I couldn’t stop. I flung my legs wide and came right into his open mouth. He lapped me up.


Oh God,” I sobbed. “More.” I flung myself above him, pressed him back into the dirty mattress, straddled his face and lowered my pussy onto his mouth.

Fuck yeah,” he muttered, before his mouth was full of my quivering, slippery flesh.


He grasped my ass tight with his hands, sucked my vulva and probed deep inside me with his tongue. I closed my eyes and ground on his mouth, lost in sensation. A finger crept into the crack of my ass and started playing with my anus. He used my own juices to lubricate and circle round and round the tiny, puckered hole then sneak inside. A little further each time.

I suddenly wanted to be completely naked. I pulled my blouse over my head and flung it away. I reached behind me to unhook my bra. My breasts tumbled out, unfettered. I slid my hands around them, pinched my nipples and squeezed them hard as I came again. Riding his face like a jockey.


When my thighs had stopped trembling, he pushed me off him and sat up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “My turn.”


He stood and shucked off his boots, leather vest and his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his large cock sprang out, proud and stiff from its nest of dark hair. His balls were drawn up and ready. He advanced on me, dropped to his knees and thrust his cock towards my mouth.


I opened my mouth eagerly and took in his silky hardness. He pressed in further, and I felt the tip graze the back of my throat. I couldn’t believe I didn’t need to retch.


He was surprised too, his eyebrows lifting in admiration as his balls grazed my chin. I made a mental note. I had always had a sensitive gag reflex. Had the drug repressed this natural response too?


He pulled back and I swirled my tongue around the tip of his penis. I tasted a drop of moisture and sucked it off. It tasted salty and slightly acidic. Delectable. Like caviar. I could eat it with crackers.


He began to pump his cock in and out of my lips. I carefully held my teeth out of the way and let him find his own rhythm. I rolled my eyes up and watched his handsome face. I was enjoying seeing the reactions of a man who was getting his cock thoroughly sucked off.


After a few minutes, I could feel his balls jump and tighten and he suddenly dragged his cock away and grasped the tip with his hand. Trying to not to ejaculate.


When he had gained control of himself, he looked up, his breath coming hard. “Turn over,” he ordered roughly. I scrambled over eagerly onto my knees, leant forward on my elbows and presented my ass to him. I widened my legs until I felt my pussy lips part with an audible wet sound. Like a kiss.


He knelt behind me. I felt his breath on my naked back. “Now we’ll see if you are not like ‘most woman’,” he mocked. “I’m going to fuck you till your pussy’s raw and you beg me to stop.” He fingered my asshole. “Then I’m going to fuck your ass till you scream so hard, all my buddies in the bar will think I’ve killed you.”


I knew I should probably have been scared, but the drug had obstructed my sense of preservation. I waggled my rear end teasingly. “Bring it,” I taunted.


He swore, and slammed his cock inside me as punishment for my sass. My knees were lifted off the ground and I had to press hard with my elbows to avoid being flattened. My cunt sang with happiness.


This is what I needed. A rock-hard penis stretching me wide open. A pounding cock sliding in and out. Fiction creating warmth on the sides of my vagina, my cervix being bumped deep inside me. Sounds of pleasure bubbled from my throat where I could still taste him.


He grunted as he fucked me. The sound of his hard thighs and his groin slapping against my bare ass, filled the storeroom. I could feel his balls slapping me there too. I reached under and cupped them, giving them a little squeeze. He yelped and spanked my ass. Hard. Then he swatted it a few more times, even harder. My ass was on fire. Then the pain faded, leaving it warm and tingling. I let out a laugh of pure exhilaration.


He paused in his pounding and I could hear him shake his head in admiration, a smile in his voice. “Fuck, baby. You’re something else.” He tapped my ass, gentler this time. “On your feet.” He pulled out and helped me up.


My knees were weak. My pussy swollen and fizzing, but still wanting more. He lifted me onto a small desk and pushed me back, raising my knees until they were over my head. My cunt was so close. I could see the inner lips glistening with my juices.


Then I watched his cock, red and angry-looking, enter me and pound me like a piston. His stamina was incredible. He must be very fit to keep up such a pace and for so long!


I began to feel another climax build and expand and finally I came, exploding around his pumping dick. My vagina clenched and spasmed and grasped him and again he stopped and gritted his teeth, willing his cock not to come. Not yet.


He helped me off the desk and pushed me face down upon it, my feet still on the floor. He kicked my legs wide with his feet and I felt his hands part my buttocks. His hot tongue circled my anus, darting inside, wetting it.


I held my breath, biting my lip in wonder. I had put dildos up there, but only the small ones. I had never had a real cock in my ass…especially one so big.


I felt a large, blunt force press against my asshole. It resisted for a moment, then capitulated and opened in a surprised O, allowing him entrance. I felt him fill me up as he pressed his cock deep inside my ass.


I squeaked in surprise and tried to raise myself, but he pushed me back onto the desk. “Take it,” he growled, his voice very close to the back of my head. “Take all of my cock, you sexy bitch. I’m going in balls deep, then I’m going to fuck you brutally.”


I felt as if he had filled me to my lungs. My anus was extended to its very limit. Stretched wide and gaping. Filled with his cock. He began to pump. I felt my hole beginning to loosen and enjoy the sensation. I flung my hair back and screamed. Loving every violent thrust. Every plunge. Every single time he drove his hips against my ass.


Without pulling out, he curled his arms around my waist and picked me up, still impaled on his cock. He spun around, holding me against him, sat on the edge of the desk and bounced me up and down on his lap, his penis still buried to the hilt in my asshole.


I screamed again, flung my legs wide and drew up my knees, holding them open with both hands. One of his hands reached down for my tender clit and he rubbed it in time with his thrusts. Another orgasm ripped through me. How many was that? I couldn’t remember.


I could feel the pressure build in him too. His balls were about to explode. He shouted as he began to buck against me.


I sprang off his cock, feeling the air, cool around the heat of my anus. I could feel it beginning to close to its normal size as I turned, just in time, to feel his hot semen splatter against my bare breasts. I rubbed it sensuously into my skin, loving the salty stickiness and lifted a finger to my lips to taste him again.


He collapsed back on the desk, tattooed arms braced behind him, muscled legs akimbo, his spent cock lolling to one side. He looked at me admiringly.

Baby,” he said breathlessly. “I don’t know who you are, or where you came from. But I have to tell you that you are the hottest piece of ass I have ever fucked in my life and that is no lie.”




I thought back to his satisfied face later in the lab as I took some detailed notes. I still couldn’t believe that I had just smiled sweetly, kissed him on the cheek, dressed and left through the bar without a hint of shame or awkwardness. Where had my inhibitions gone


Not only had the mixture of XXXXXXX and XXXXXX turned me into a raging sex kitten, it had completely obscured my shyness, my self-consciousness and sexual hang-ups. I sighed in sated pleasure at the memory.


The effects of the drug seemed to have finally left me. Although, I still felt no shame at my wanton behaviour of this afternoon, I couldn’t imagine ever walking into that bar again, or any other bar for that matter, without its chemical inducement.


I had to decide what I was going to do with this knowledge. This discovery was going to completely change a lot of women’s perception and enjoyment of sex. Not only did it rev up your libido to boiling point, it made you as wildly adventurous as any porn star.


There was going to be some very happy men out there too, I thought. Every man in the word would want to purchase this drug for their partner. I wondered how best to proceed.


Of course, I should go directly to my bosses and tell them what I had discovered. This new synthetic hormone could make the company billions and billions of dollars...but I was worried.


They could take my invention away from me. Give it to another group of clinical pharmacologists who would develop and test the drug. They would decide how best to progress the drug. Whether it would be best absorbed as a pill or as a nasal spray. Where and how the clinical trials would be conducted. It wouldn’t be my discovery anymore. It would belong to Taylor and Vaughn Pharmaceuticals.


I wasn’t ready to give up my invention, I realised. I wanted to test it a little more. I wanted to find out if the first time was a fluke. Would it work on me again? I had to try. Then I needed to see if it would work on other women. I wanted to see if it would work on men with a low sex drive. Men who had trouble gaining an erection.


There was so much to learn. Would it work as a love potion? I wondered. What would happen if you slipped it into someone’s drink? Daniel’s face flashed into my mind and I blushed automatically.

The possibilities were endless, I realised. The sexual potential was limitless. I needed to conduct field trials myself, I decided. I needed to see what this drug could do. And if it meant using myself as some kind of human sexual Guinea Pig… Well, then I was willing to take one for the team!





The End


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